#it was a completely ordinary living room with a few plants and some mood lighting

[beaft]

i also did not realise until i transitioned just how limited men are in their means of self-expression. patriarchal rules dictate that lest ye be read as Womanly (or, god forbid, gay), you must strip back your aesthetic to the absolute bare minimum. in fact, it's probably best if you don't even know what "aesthetic" means, because aesthetics are definitely a little bit gay. there are so many unspoken rules. no fun hair colours or styles. no jewellery. no tight clothes. no bright hues. no hand gesturing while talking. no emotional, expressive manners of speech. no manicures. no dancing or singing. certain kinds of food and drink, certain scents, certain colours, are off limits. for so many people, the definition of masculinity is just... nothing. a blank slate. no wonder straight men are in such a state of fucking crisis

#i knew this before in the abstract but now i KNOW it. #saw a reddit thread the other day where a guy was upset bc his male friends told him his new living room was 'too girly' #it was a completely ordinary living room with a few plants and some mood lighting #i guess REAL men sit on a cardboard box in an empty room and watch rugby by the light of the moon #be shh now

[2aura]

When the Shadow Leaves

To her, every morning she opened her eyes was just a normal, ordinary day. But to exist in her universe, a life parallel to her own, it brimmed with a simmering hope. The shockwaves of her magnetic presence emitted a type of pheromone that no creature or being could ignore.

Yet she was none the wiser. One could even say.. beautifully aloof. 

Her name was Aura. She couldn’t tell you where that nickname sprouted from, but it encapsulated her wonderfully. From the lush greens surviving off of their favorite supplement, Aura Energy, to the earthen elements in her hands practically coming to life when tirelessly worked upon and molded, to the paint drying on modern day artifacts she’d created from complete scratch, it was as if her day-to-day always exuded near-perfection. Every movement she made was deliberate, nothing ever wasted. Even the birds chirped a little more loudly with their hidden love songs, while the sun peeked out past the clouds ever so slightly, once a day, just to say “ciao”. I don’t think she ever noticed.

On this particular day, Aura went to the shops to run some errands and treated herself to one of her favorite ice cream flavors, stracciatella al caffè. It was that sweet, heavenly pick-me-up that she needed before her last stop at the post to deliver this week’s final parcel. Like every other visit there, she said her hellos, paid for the shipping, and left back for home. On this particular visit however, her shadow didn’t accompany her home. It stayed there, defiant, tired, unwilling to budge for anyone or anything.

The birds were eerily quiet, the bustling crowds of people were walking hastily, not in the mood to even crack a smile at a stranger, and the rain started pouring uncontrollably almost out of nowhere. Poor Aura did not bring her umbrella with her. 

Aura laid in bed, exhausted from the world. The shadow left in its place what can only be described as a rotted reflection. What Aura was seeing was most certainly not her - not how everybody else saw her. It behaved almost like a Strangler fig. A Strangler fig is what a thriving, living tree can turn into if germinated by an intruding plant, and left to grow on as a host. It slowly grows until it makes contact with the ground, takes control of the roots, and asphyxiates the tree of its nutrients, leaving it completely hollow inside. What’s left afterwards is a visual cacophony of disjointed tree limbs, while any once water-like flowing sap became treacle-like sludge. An agonizingly slow death. 

For the next few months, sleep was impossible to come by. The sadness was deafening and self-defeating, like a firecracker inside of your stomach, waiting to be lit by the ever-threatening matches of self-hatred. Having to battle your own brain to do a simple action such as waking up or eating is a war that no person is ever equipped for. The burden of anguish and stress had pushed Aura to desperation. She daydreamed of haphazardly molding the last piece of clay in her room into a physical SOS, or maybe some ironic symbol of hope - a lighthouse shining in an obsidian sky. The clay was placed gently in a kiln, left to bake in the recesses in her mind as a last ditch effort to find herself again before it was too late.

That dawn, the shadow returned home, hesitantly rattling the doorknob as if it was still unsure of its actions, but ultimately knowing where it belonged. By Aura's side.

The world exploded in light.

I opened my eyes. This wasn’t a dream-within-a-dream. I couldn’t explain this story to you even while writing it. Hell, I’m more sure of this than I am of my own being.

When I woke up, Aura never felt as real as she did at that moment. I felt honey-drizzled by her warmth, cocooned in her comfort, dazed in her scent. I was completely washed over and sun-kissed. And then came the sliver of golden light (a light I had never seen before), peeking through the crack of my door.

I pushed it open and let the light in.

[admiral-alby]

bob fic recs galore

here’s the fruits of my labour. a working fic rec master-post containing multiple bob ships and many, many amazing fics. the writers in this fandom are absolutely incredible and their talent astounds me every time I read a new fic. all the kudos to y’all. keep on keeping on!

this is a long post. recs and some general notes are under the cut :)

(04/13/21) I’ll do my best to keep this list updated... or I’ll make a part 2 depending on length. if anyone has any recs that are not already listed in this post, please please message me! this is no way an exhaustive list and I’m sure I missed some fantastic fics out there - to get started I mostly just plucked from my bookmarks. I’d be happy to add on new fics for ANY pairing, rare-pairs included. I don’t really have much for rare-pairs in this rec because I haven’t read much yet but that will change soon when I have some more time on my hands to get into them  :)

if you are an author on this list and you would like your work removed from it, please just message me. no explanation necessary I will take it off asap.

I’ll make the disclaimer that while I tried to include some general information about each fic, I did not include tags/warnings. so if you choose a fic, read the tags and proceed at your own discretion.

 @capsparkyspeirs   you’re a lovely human being and this is probably not what you were imagining when I said I’d be happy to rec some fics for you. I admit it got a little out of hand but there’s so many great fics out there I couldn’t stand to choose just a couple to send your way... so you get them all! you inspired me to do this, so this is for you and anyone else who wants to read some great fics but doesn’t know where to start <3

WINNIX (RICHARD WINTERS/LEWIS NIXON)

Long Ago and Far Away (Canon Winnix) by churchkey (Series) Rated T-E / Canon Era / 18013 Words (Total) / 4 Parts / Not Complete

Summary: “A few scenes exploring how Dick and Lew became the timeless cosmic lovers they were born to be.“

*Each part can be read as a stand-alone!

It Happened One Night by raquelelpillo Rated M / Groundhog Day AU / 7704 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Nixon gets the chance to do the day before the big jump over and over and over (or, Every Fandom Needs Groundhog's Day Fic).”

Finding Our Way in the Dark by rilla Rated E / Canon Era / Soulmate AU / 8477 Words / Complete

Summary: “After Dick and Lew share their first kiss in Austria, they open their eyes to find a golden thread binding their wrists together.“

Mutual by miss_grey Rated G / Canon Era / 2105 Words / Complete

Summary: “Dick couldn’t help wondering to himself when exactly Nix had decided that Dick’s personal space had become their mutual space.“

Let Me Be Close by armyofbees  Rated G / Canon Era (Post-War) / 8679 Words / Complete

Summary: “Five things Nix loves about Dick, and one thing Dick loves about Nix.Or,The thing about Nix, Dick is beginning to learn, is that he doesn’t love in halves. Nix loves with everything in him, and sometimes that means moving to the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania for Dick. Sometimes it means making spaghetti with him because Dick came to New Jersey and planted tomatoes, of all things. Sometimes it means telling without saying.”

Let’s Start the New Year Right by slightlytookish Rated G / Canon Era (Post-War) / 10523 Words / Complete

Summary: “Nix had always been able to pick Dick out of a crowd, even when he was lying on his belly in the dirt two hundred yards away, squinting through binoculars at an entire company of men wearing identical uniforms. It was easier to spot him in the crush of people inside Penn Station, even out of the familiar uniform: the same tall figure, the same bright hair, the same way he always seemed to find Nix just as easily and turn towards him, like an arrow on a compass.”

Lancaster County by raquelelpillo Rated T / AU / 31500 Words / 17 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “Nix is born later. Dick is there. (AU). Set in the summer of 1942 in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.”

**It is part of a series with the other works being small ‘extras’ set through the story. This is the main work. It ends a bit ambiguously.

SPEIRTON (RONALD SPEIRS/CARWOOD LIPTON)

The Desolate House by Howling_Harpy Rated E / Canon Era (Post-War) / 26672 Words / Complete

Summary: “It's been fifteen years since Carwood has last seen or spoken to Speirs when they reunite suddenly at an Easy Company reunion and have both recently relocated back to the US. Carwood has promised to his mother to finish packing and cleaning the family's boarding house that's about to be put up for sale, and on a whim invites Speirs to help him. He didn't expect him to actually show up.”

and you on my mind by seabright Rated E / Canon Era (Post-War) / 11081 Words / Complete

Summary: “’You say that you don’t want any of Easy to know that you’re in Boston but you give me your address.’  Following a relationship through the end of the war and beyond.”

Of Soldiers and Secrets by nanuk_dain Rated E / Canon Era / 62988 Words / 26 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “A series of moments in the life of the Easy men, from Foy until after the war, focussing on the development of the relationship of Carwood Lipton and Ronald Speirs.”

Erasure by Howling_Harpy Rated M / Canon Era (Post-War) / 15255 Words / Complete

Summary: “Carwood takes time off from work to visit his mother to get away from his lonely life in Boston. Ron is deployed to Korea and has been for a long while, and after spending a year alone and even longer lying to everyone, Carwood is not sure he wants to live like this anymore.”

Fluences by masongirl (Series) Rated T-M / Canon Era / Soulmates AU / 12818 Words (Total) / 5 Works / Complete

Summary: “ Soulmate AU in which soulmates can sense each other's emotions if they are close enough.”

**Mainly Speirton centric. Part 2 is Winnix & Part 3 is Shifty/Tab.

A Thousand Kisses by Arwen88 Rated T / Canon Era / 1993 Words / Complete

Summary: “ A late night in Hardigny brings Carwood to the room where Ron is dealing with paperwork, but even with a comfortable bed, he can’t find his peace. Late night chats have Ron showing a side of himself that Carwood had not expected.”

stop the world by languageofthebirds Rated T / Canon Era / 3001 Words / Complete

Summary: “The way his hair fell in mussed waves over his forehead made Carwood want to reach out and run his fingers through it. He was sin personified, in that moment.”

**Did I throw in a shameless self promo? Sure did.

WEBGOTT (JOSEPH LIEBGOTT/DAVID WEBSTER)

rivers always reach the sea by bitchbutter (Series) Rated E / Canon Era / 40790 Words (Total) / 2 Works / Not Complete / Last Updated March 17, 2021

Part 1 Summary: “Joe breaks things off with Web in Austria. Of course, nothing with them is ever that simple.“

Part 2 Summary: “The end of the war could be the end of a lot of things. If Joe could let it be.“

if i know you at all, i know you’ve gone too far by starblessed Rated T / Canon Era / 2654 Words / Complete

Summary: “How many stars d’you think there are, Web?” Joe asks after a moment.David has no damned clue. “A lot,” he answers confidently. “Millions.”“Millions,” echoes Joe. The glittering stars are reflected in his eyes, like black pits sending each beam of light back outward. It’s almost hypnotizing, the way they flicker. If he stares too long, David knows he will get lost in them...  and that doesn't seem like the worst way to go.”

Teller of Tales; Song of Songs by thedastardly Rated E / Canon Era (Post War) / 8352 Words / Complete

Summary: “He hopes that he dreams about the mountaintop tonight. He isn’t in the mood to dream of the water, the shore, the everything after, again.”

the only noise beating out is ours by lakehymn Rated M / Canon Era (Post-War) / 3470 Words / Complete

Summary: “Over the next couple weeks, Webster realizes that Liebgott has effortlessly invaded every corner of his life. Even on the days when he barely sees Liebgott at all, he can always find comic books or packs of cigarettes lying around somewhere. It’s almost disconcerting how ordinary it’s beginning to feel to stumble upon someone else’s belongings in his own house.”

push and pull by LT_Aldo_Raine

Rated T / Modern AU / 4115 Words / Complete

Summary: ““got hands like an ocean, push you out, pull you back in” And David Webster never could resist the ocean. OR: Webster snorted, a sardonic sound that echoed across the hotel room. “You don’t know the first thing about what I need.””

hang in there, baby by rilla Rated M / Modern AU / 3116 Words / Complete

Summary: “Written for the Kisstober prompt 'upside down Spiderman kisses'. '“I don’t know what I was expecting when I asked you what your top fantasy is,” Web says, “but it wasn’t this."'”

In His Wildest Dreams by Impala_Chick Rated E / Canon Era / Dream Sharing AU / 3891 Words / Complete

Summary: “While David is in the hospital, he starts sharing dreams with Liebgott.“

Black Ink on Some Blue Lines by thelastfig Rated E / Canon Era & Post War / 10185 Words / Complete

Summary: “It’s been sixteen years since the letter was written, but it never found its way to the one it was intended for. The thing about secrets is they eat away at you, not all at once but slowly over the years, and you begin to wonder, to play out the what if scenarios in your mind. Instead, David buried it away and pretended like it never existed. He should have killed it, he thinks to himself, not buried it while it still had breath in its lungs. In which David remembers his evolving relationship with Joe over the course of the war and decides to deliver a letter.”

LUZTOYE (GEORGE LUZ/JOSEPH TOYE)

The best laid plans by masongirl (Series) Rated G-E / Modern AU / 52652 Words (Total) / 15 Parts / Complete

Summary: “Modern AU in which Joe and George find each other as college students and build a life together.“

each and every day (of the year) by bruce_the_shark Rated M / Modern AU / 21630 Words / 2 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “Joe grins, lifts his hand from George’s hip to grip him by the chin, twists his face around to catch his lips in a bruising kiss. George relishes in it, likes how the taste of Joe’s preferred brand of liquor mixes with the taste of his own on his tongue. He grins against Joe’s lips, knows it’s going to be a good year.”

Babysitting and Other Rationales by aces_low Rated T / Modern AU / 3267 Words / Complete

Summary: “George Luz is a god damn saint, or at least some kind of kid whisperer. And Joe's just trying to keep his head on straight.”

who let the dogs in? by starblessed Rated T / Modern AU / 1869 Words / Complete

Summary: ““And he heard me shouting and I guess it inspired him or something, cause he full-on charged at me, Joe, and before I could even slam the door, he was just —“ George cuts off with an incoherent noise, gesturing grandly to their front door. “In! And then he was running, and sniffing everything, and exploring our shit, and he peed —““Not on my damn couch,” Joe growls.“No, on the nice carpet. Marking his territory, y’know? Except it’s our territory, but I guess it’s his now, because he won’t freakin’ leave.”

BABEROE (EDWARD HEFFRON/EUGENE ROE)

Call me sweetheart, please? by mariamegale (Series) Rated G-E / Modern AU / 95865 Words (Total) / 12 Works / Complete

Summary: “A not-relationship in the making.”

**Each part could be read as a standalone I suppose... But it’s so worth it to read the whole series!

between the walls by CountlessStars Rated M / Canon Era (Post-War) / 2275 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Eugene decides to paint his living room. It should be easy, it really should, but it doesn't go as planned (in more ways than one).”

Walking Wounded by papersky_pencilstars Rated G / Canon Era / Magic AU / 3501 Words / Complete

Summary: “Prompt: Canon-era; Either Gene or Babe have magic, or both. Maybe magic is known or maybe they need to hide it.”

JOHNNY MARTIN/BULL RANDLEMAN

they don’t know about the up all nights (they don’t know I’ve waited all my life) by PotofCoffee Rated T / Canon Era / 22010 Words / 3 Chapters / Complete

Summary: “ Johnny and Bull throughout the war, in a slow meandering dance you might just call love.”

All My Love to Give by Muccamukk Rated E / Canon Era / 8852 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Johnny wants to screw around to pass the time. Bull wants to show Johnny how he feels without having to risk saying it”

The Red String by Arwen88 Rated M / Canon Era / Soulmates AU / 1834 Words / Complete

Summary: “He had to wrench his gaze away from the sickening sight, from the machine that was probably moments away from killing his soulmate. He would’ve thrown himself under that tank if that meant saving his lover, but he couldn’t do it. He had to take care of his men, and so he forced himself to stop looking, to order his men to retreat, to see that they did what he was screaming at them.“

Over Where You Began Muccamukk Rated E / Canon Era / 2949 Words / Complete

Summary: “ The way Bull saw it, Johnny was mad at him now, and Bull had no idea what he'd done wrong. Maybe it was better to just let it lie, let Johnny come out of whatever angry mood he was in on his own, instead of kicking an ant's nest.”

Simple as a Glass of Chocolate by ThrillingDetectiveTales Rated E / Canon Era / 2600 Words / Complete

Summary: ““It was supposed to be syrup,” Johnny muttered darkly. “Says right there on the can!”“Reckon it started out that way,” Bull shrugged, biting his lip against a smile when Johnny narrowed a glare over his shoulder.(In which Johnny and Bull try to sweeten up their sex life and it doesn't go exactly as planned.)”

CHUCK GRANT/RONALD SPEIRS

to Babel, in ruins by captainkilly Rated T / Canon Era (Post-War) / 5114 Words / Complete

Summary: “Chuck knows recovery isn't a linear event. Knows there are times when words will leave him and the night will place him back beneath the dirt. Knows there are things he just can't speak about.Captain Speirs hears him anyway.”

pulse by captainkilly Rated T / Canon Era  / 4706 Words / Complete

Summary: “ Ron Speirs knows how to kill. Knows how to hurt, how to twist, how to maim. He doesn't think he's figured out how to love, not really, not where it counts the most, but the touches he reserves for Chuck Grant beg to differ.. “

AUTHORS

there are so many authors on this list that have written tons of amazing works for one or multiple pairings. as much as I would have loved to, I couldn’t rec all of their works... I had a hard enough time keeping it down to 3 or less works from the same author! similar to fics, I’ve only linked authors that I am familiar with/know have written multiple fics, so feel free to send me more people to add to the list :)

churchkey - is a sweetheart. has multiple amazing winnix works. she has recently gotten into super rarepair toye/malarkey. godspeed I’ll see you there when I read those fics.

ThrillingDetectiveTales - writes for multiple pairings. all of their works are fantastic! every time I see their name as the author I go !! and know it’s going to be good.

Howling_Harpy - has written so many fics. many different pairings. lots of speirton. they’ve ripped my heart out and made me cry but then gently kissed my forehead and put my heart back. I think that’s praise of the highest order.

masongirl - another fantastic author who has written so many amazing fics. tons of speirton and other ships too. also has made me cry and then quietly wiped my tears away.

mariamegale - baberoe queen. that’s all I have to say. I was tempted to just rec all her baberoe fics. check them out!

Muccamukk - another multi ship, multi works writer. i had a hard time only choosing a few of their fics to rec. they’ve got so much to offer!

Impala_Chick - writes lots of great webgott and other pairings too!

captainkilly - if i could rec all her fics I would. there’s some rarepair pieces that are fantastic. I didn’t list it here because it’s more of a character centric piece with an OFC and a little bit of ron/chuck dashed in mostly at the end, but read her form & void series. seriously. read it. I have nothing else to say because her work speaks for itself.

Arwen88 - another writer for multiple pairings with multiple works! love to see it. some great rarepair stuff and also fantastic popular pairings.

LT_Aldo_Raine - love their work! they write for multiple pairings.

#band of brothers #bob #fic rec #winnix #speirton #webgott #baberoe #luztoye #richard winters x lewis nixon #carwood lipton x ronald speirs #joseph liebgott x david webster #eugene roe x babe heffron #george luz x joe toye #charles grant x ronald speirs #bob fic rec #i did it #i only cried twice in the making of this post #or rather remaking x2 #thanks to tungle.com #but i persevered #j posts #long post #i'm so happy #when I work on this instead of my assignments #shhhh #I sure hope all the links work properly #😅😅

[jonahlovescoffee]

Night Changes | J.M.

a/n this fanfic is inspired by one direction’s hit song with the same title. u can also listen to jonah’s cover of the same song here.This is the first complete fanfic I’ve ever written in my entire pathetic life and it has been rotting away in my files app for a while now lol u can see how insecure i was (and am) to put this out here but here it is anyways :’) any constructive criticism is appreciated <3 happy reading!!

summary: the death of his friend’s girlfriend made Jonah realize that nothing in life is permanent, including you.

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 2136

“We're only getting older, baby; And I've been thinking about it lately; Does it ever drive you crazy; Just how fast the night changes?”

It was yet another ordinary weekend night where Jonah and his band were gathered in the little studio of Daniel’s home, busy composing new music for their upcoming album without a care in the world when Corbyn’s phone rang all of a sudden.

Corbyn’s eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw the caller ID on the screen before sliding the answer button to the right and excusing himself from the small room to take the call. No one thought much about it and proceeded with their songwriting process. However, when half an hour passed with Corbyn’s absence, that was when Jonah’s gut feeling told him that something wasn’t right. He brushed that thought off as quick as it entered his mind, trying his best to ignore the fact that he caught a glimpse of the caller ID and it was his girlfriend’s mother calling him, which was undeniably weird. As his roommate and best friend, Jonah could confirm that she had never called Corbyn unless there was an emergency. Heck, the last time she called him was when her car broke down somewhere in downtown LA and Corbyn was the only one she knew who lived close enough to pick her up.

His suspicion was soon proven right when Corbyn barged into the room seconds later with tears running down his cheeks nonstop like a river. Daniel, who was seated the closest to the door jumped up in shock just as Corbyn fell into his arms and started sobbing. The other boys made their ways to them as Daniel patted Corbyn’s back in attempt to calm him down.

“What’s wrong?” Zach asked curiously and Jack elbowed him on the arm. “Ow, what was that for?” Zach exclaimed, earning a glare from the other male that clearly said, “Can’t you wait until he stops crying to pry for answers?”

“She killed herself,” Corbyn managed to say between sobs.

“Who?” Daniel asked softly.

“My girlfriend,” the 4 boys’ breaths hitched in utter shock. None of them were expecting this news in forever. Madeline was the most cheerful and optimistic girl Jonah had ever met. She brought sunlight and joy into every room she entered. Were those traits of hers merely a mask to hide all the despair and anxiety underneath? It didn’t make any sense whatsoever.

“My sweetheart killed herself,” Corbyn repeated, mostly to himself with a hint of disbelief in his tone. It was evident that he was still having a hard time letting the fact sink in. “We just went out for dinner last night and now she’s gone. Forever. She didn’t even say goodbye. What should I do? How can I live without her?”

“She should’ve said something. I could’ve done so much to help her instead of letting her die just like that. I saw the scars on her hand last night but I assumed it was nothing serious. It’s my fault. I could’ve stepped in and save her but I didn’t. Why? Why?!” Corbyn screamed and tugged at his hair frustratedly.

Silence ensued, the only sound being Corbyn’s uncontrollable sobs. No one said anything because they knew that no words were powerful enough to comfort him for the time being. The most they could do was be there for him.

#

Jonah pulled up in your driveway in the middle of the night. He left his house right away after ensuring that Corbyn was sound asleep in his room in fear of his best friend trying anything stupid under the influence of tremendous grief. He knew that you were probably asleep at this hour and he should’ve waited until the morning to pay you a visit but he couldn’t wait any longer. Madeline’s death had made him realise that nothing in life lasts forever and he wanted—no, needed—to be by your side tonight to make up for the past few days of neglecting you because of work.

After some debating in his head whether to wake you up from your deep slumber like an ignorant boyfriend or just turn around and go home, he turned off the engine and rushed out of his car and onto your doorstep before he could change his mind. He used the same key you gave him months ago to unlock the front door and was then greeted by a silent pitch black, empty living room. He locked the door with a soft click behind him before tiptoeing up the stairs and entering your room. He made sure to keep his movements as silent as possible as he knew better than anyone that you were a terribly light sleeper and could be awoken easily by the softest sounds. He took off his shoes and joined you on the king-sized bed, wrapping his arms around your sleeping figure gently to pull you closer to him. He contentedly nuzzled your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo that smelled like cherry blossoms and spring air. It was only then he felt truly at ease, with you perfectly safe and sound in his arms.

As he half expected, you stirred from your sleep, wiggling your body slightly before turning towards him, your arms habitually made their way around his neck even in your half-awake state. You couldnt help but smile when you felt him tightening his arms around you like he was holding onto you for dear life. “Hey, love,” you mumbled groggily, staring up at him with droopy eyelids in your pyjamas that had bunny patterns all over them that you were more than embarrassed to be seen in by anyone but you could care less since Jonah had been your boyfriend long enough to know about your preference for childish pyjamas over mature flimsy nightgowns. “What brings you here?”

“Just wanna see you,” he replied with a smile. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and took a moment to drink in your beauty—the crinkle by your eyes when you smile, you supple lips and the freckles on your cheeks that were illuminated by the soft moonlight that shone through the windows—all ordinary features of yours that you had never been particularly fond of but were all made perfect in his eyes. He was lucky to have the chance of calling you his, but Madeline’s unexpected death that night made him wonder how long this could last? Without realising, he let his mind drift further into the sea of uncertainties of the future, getting more anxious by the second, especially when he was met with the thought of ever losing you one day.

“Jo, are you okay?” You asked worriedly when you noticed his tense expression. He offered you a meek smile in return. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he replied, but his furrowed brows claimed otherwise.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that face, dear. What’s wrong?” You watched him stay silent for a while as if he was trying to come up with a suitable answer to your question.

”I just...can I stay over tonight with you?” He asked and you let out a hum in agreement, your hands rubbing soothing patterns down his back. Even after all this time, he still hadn’t managed to get rid of the old habit of asking for your permission to spend the night at your place although he knew that you would agree without hesitation every single time he did so. You wanted nothing more than to find out what was going on in his head at that moment but he didn’t look like he was in the mood to talk, so you pushed your questions aside for later.

Both of you stayed like that for who knew how long, unmoving, limbs tangled with each other’s as the cool night breeze wafted into the room through the opened windows. “Madeline died,” he said out of the blue, breaking the silence. Shock was an understatement to what you felt. You couldn’t believe your ears. You weren’t exactly best friends with Madeline but still close enough to hang out together occasionally when both of you were free from your hectic schedules, mainly because Jonah and her used to have a thing for each other back in high school before she got with Corbyn so there had always been a tinge of awkwardness between you two. Yet this news hit you hard all the same.

Tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. “When?”

“Few hours ago,” Jonah answered, his hand stroking your hair with the utmost gentleness, which prompted your tears to resume falling. He let you cry it all out without a single complaint about your tears staining his shirt. “She took her own life.”

“Why?” You sniffled and he shook his head. “No one knows; I guess even the most optimistic person on earth has her invisible demons too,” he said with a sigh.

“Is that the reason why you came here tonight?” You wiped your tears away with the long sleeves of your shirt as you took several deep breaths to recompose yourself, bracing yourself for his answer. Old feelings die hard, that was what you always hear people said, especially your first love. Part of you were scared that Jonah still harboured feelings for her even after all this years and you were nothing but an emotional support rebound tonight.

“Yes and no. I came here after hearing about the news, yes, but I’m not here to mourn about her, for now,” he added the last two words hastily in case you get the wrong idea and thought that he was being rude. You were ashamed for feeling extremely relieved that his answer wasn’t what you expected. “I came here to make up for the past few days of absence and make sure that you’re alright. Have you ever, you know, done that?”

It took you few seconds to get what he meant. “Of course not, Jo. I promise you, I never tried self-harm before, and I never will,” you replied truthfully.

“Thank god,” he sighed with relief and planted a tender kiss on your forehead, “I don’t know what I’d do if you said yes.”

“You know that you’ll be the first one I talk to if I have anything bothering me, right?” You took his hand in yours while staring at him expectantly for an answer but none came. “Jonah, please don’t tell me that you seriously think that I’m someone who resorts to harming myself when the going gets tough?”

“I...I don’t know,” he admitted sheepishly which earned a sigh from you, a small smile tugging at your lips. You still couldn’t believe how this man in front of you—a confident rising boyband star—could get so worked up over a plain girl like you. He swallowed thickly before continuing, “Today made me question everything I know like how long this relationship can last—how long we’ll get to stay us until the world decides to tear us apart. We always said we’ll be together until the end of times but so did Corbyn and Madeline and look at them now. Madeline just....left without a word to anyone. I know it’s stupid but I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and now I’m being such a sap and you probably are disgusted —”

“Jonah, stop. You’re over-thinking everything. I’m not disgusted at you, not even one bit,” you raised a hand to his cheek and traced a thumb over it tenderly, knowing that this simple gesture never failed to soothe his raging emotions. “It’s normal to feel this way, love. But whenever you do, please remember this: there’s nothing to be afraid of because I love you so much, Jonah Marais Roth Frantzich, that I can never ever think of hurting myself because I know that that’ll hurt you; I love you so much that I started crying a little less, smiling a little more because I know that no matter how hard my day is, I’ll always have you to come home to.”

You watched as a tear escaped from him. “I don’t know what the future holds but I can promise you this,” you locked your eyes with his, your gaze filled with the utmost love and adoration in contrast with his worried one. “No matter how fast the night changes, it’ll never change me and you.”

“You promise?” His lips curled upwards into a small smile as he leaned in, leaving only an inch between your lips, your breaths mingling with each other’s. As always, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the close proximity as you mirrored his expression with a sweet smile of your own.

“Forever and always,” you breathed and he closed the distance between your lips, sealing the promise.

#corbyn besson #daniel seavey #jack avery #jonah marais #wdw #why dont we #why don’t we #zach herron #wdw imagines #jonah marais imagines

[busterkeatonfanfic]

Chapter 29 Part II

“You want me to what?” Nelly said, laughing. “I’m just about to wash my hair. I can’t.”

“Wash your hair?” said Buster, as though he’d never heard such a preposterous thing. 

“Yes, wash my hair. I told you before, I do it every Saturday.”

It wasn’t just the disruption in her toilette that made her hesitate. If staying at Buster’s bungalow was risky, stepping across the threshold of the Villa door when he was supposedly alone was downright dangerous. She didn’t trust that an important item hadn’t been left behind and that Natalie wouldn’t pop back in at any moment to retrieve it. She could also picture a sudden return due to illness, perhaps indigestion or the heat of the May sun.

“Poppycock,” said Buster, when she aired these fears. 

“How so?”

“They left for the train station at six this morning. Won’t be back for a whole week.”

“Yes, but …”

Buster told her all the ways in which her misgivings were foolish. “You can spend the night,” he added, in a teasing, tempting tone.

“I can’t,” she said. She ignored the instant flash of heat between her legs at his words.  

“Don’t you wanna see where I sleep?” 

The heat prickled. She did. “Do you think I’m that easy?” she said, not ready to quite surrender.

Buster laughed. “I do. Anyway, you can wash your hair here. I have a bathtub, you know. And a shower.”

Nelly gave it some consideration. “You promise everyone is gone?” she said at last. She wanted to add Your children, your wife, and your servants? but trusted he knew what she meant.

“Not a soul except you and me, sweetheart.”

“Okay, I give in,” she said. “Don’t think I think it’s a good idea, though, because I don’t.”

Buster showed up forty-five minutes later, parking a few houses down on Genesee Avenue. He had tipped her off that he was coming in a black Gardner car. It was rather ordinary-looking, his butler’s personal vehicle he’d said, and she understood why he’d chosen it. In the bright morning light, one of his luxury cars would have been more conspicuous than it was in the late evenings when he usually came around. He sat in the driver’s seat almost completely concealed behind a newspaper as she approached, carrying her handbag and a small satchel with some clothing.

“Good morning,” she said, after opening the passenger door and settling herself inside. She couldn’t help herself grinning ear from ear at the sight of him. It was only the third time she’d seen him since he’d returned from New York. 

“Morning,” he said, answering her smile. He folded the paper and tossed it in the backseat. “You ready to be queen of a castle for a day?”

“I will be a guest of the castle,” she said, raising an eyebrow. Joke or not, the idea of her somehow taking Natalie Talmadge’s place at the Villa made her uneasy. Thoughts of Mistress Nell Gwyn, which she’d long since finished reading, flashed through her mind. 

“Alright, guest then.” He turned the key in the ignition and then swung the car onto the road. 

After he had shifted the car up to a comfortable traveling speed, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. She knew him well enough already to know that he wasn't the type to say things like ‘I missed you’ out loud, it just wasn’t him. The kiss said it all the same.

Truth be told, as much as Nelly was glad to see him, she was nervous to be even a guest at the Villa and not simply because Natalie could return at any moment. She could forget that Buster occupied a different world when they were at her apartment or the modest bungalow outside the M-G-M gates; she could not forget it amidst the splendor and sumptuousness of the Villa. Moreover, the Villa was Natalie’s territory, built with her in mind as Buster had once told her. It didn’t feel right sneaking around her house while she was gone. 

When Buster shifted down a gear again, he kept her hand in his so that her hand was also on the stick. He drove that way for several minutes, whistling, caressing her hand beneath his. Nelly was occupied enough without conversation, half fretting about setting foot inside the Villa, half wondering at the mansions of Beverly Hills, sprawling cream chateaus in the French and Mediterranean styles, most with red roofs. They all seemed to be variations of the Villa, or vice versa. 

Her stomach grew jittery as the meticulous, manicured hills of the Villa came into view. Buster went up the drive, still whistling cheerfully, oblivious to her discomfort. He pulled the car through the circle drive with the fountain, shifted down, and turned it off. 

“M’lady,” he said gravely when he opened her door. She handed him her satchel and he took her hand with his free one and helped her down. The fountain burbled pleasantly as she looked up at Buster’s palace. She should have been bright with anticipation, but all that she felt was a gnawing dread. 

“Sure they’re gone?” she said. 

“Sure as anything,” Buster said, burying his face in the side of her neck and kissing it abundantly. For once, it failed to distract her. 

“Alright.”

He took her hand again and pulled her up the steps and to the mahogany door with its interlocking diamond-patterned metalwork. Electric light burned in the large black iron sconces by the door even though it was day. Still holding her hand, Buster turned the door handle and pushed inside. Nelly was now back in the dimly lit vestibule with the red-brick floor. The house was cool and had a distinctive smell, neither pleasant nor unpleasant, which announced that a particular family lived there. It was larger and more sober than she remembered without its gay partygoers. She followed Buster into the foyer. With the great stone staircase and wrap-around stone balcony encompassing the upstairs, the house really did feel like a castle. 

“Loosen up,” Buster said, setting down her satchel and giving her shoulder a squeeze. 

She attempted a smile. “I’m sorry.”

“I wanna show you around,” said Buster. Nelly bent to get her satchel and he tugged her away. “Leave it. We’ll get it later. You can hang up your bag, too.”

Reluctantly, she looped the strap of her bag around the hook of an opulent hall tree. It too appeared to be made of mahogany. Their feet echoed on the marble checkerboard floor. 

“This is the breakfast room,” Buster was saying as they went up some steps and into a smallish room with a simple white wicker table and matching chairs. Heavy curtains were drawn over the windows. He paused to let her gaze around her for several moments before leading her down another set of steps and into a room with a tiled floor, a trickling marble fountain topped with a cherub, and numerous palms and ferns. “And this here’s the conservatory on account of all the plants.” Nelly could only stare, marveling that there was an entire room just for plants. “The kids like playing behind ‘em, the plants, but I don’t much see the purpose of a conservatory,” Buster said, almost to himself. “That’s what it is though, and this next room’s the dining room.”

They ascended another small set of steps. Only one leaf was in the table and only four chairs were gathered around it though additional chairs sat against the walls. It was a table, in other words, for a family of four. It more than anything else she’d seen so far reminded Nelly of Buster’s other life, his real life, the part that she was shut off from. Clearly excited to be showing her around, he still hadn’t noticed her uneasiness, so she smiled and praised the pretty painted ceiling beams and the large, expensive oriental rug that the dining set was placed on.

“Servants are on this side, too, and so’s the kitchen. I’ll show you the kitchen later if you want.”

Next he took her back to the foyer and they went left into the living room. Nelly remembered from the party and said so. It was more cavernous than she’d recollected. There was the great stone fireplace, the sofa, some chairs and a side table with a fresh arrangement of flowers. She noticed another palace-sized oriental rug, a mirror, and a coal box. There were so many expensive items to catch her eye. Before she had time to adjust, Buster was pulling her in another direction. 

“I call this my playroom.” 

The playroom contained a big billiards table, a bar, and a small table the precise size for four card players. The ceiling was wood-paneled and beamed. A phonograph player and armchair sat off to one side.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, and added in a moment of honesty, “It’s a lot.”

Buster came up and put his arms around her waist, resting his head on her chin. He smelled like cigarettes and Brilliantine. She could tell he was feeling amorous, but she was too tightly wound to relax into his arms. “Why don’t you show me the grounds?” she said, to head him off. 

He withdrew his arms, seeming to catch on that she wasn’t in the mood. “Why, sure.”

They went out of a loggia off of the living room and Buster let her explore the grounds at her pace. For some reason, even though she was more exposed outdoors to anyone who might be around, she felt more secure. Buster’s sense of opulence was not restricted to the interior. Nelly saw the tennis court and push-button trout stream, and walked down to the extravagant pool, which looked tempting and refreshing as it glinted in the sun. She sat sideways in a pool chair and rubbed her ankle absently. “It’s a lot of space, isn’t it?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Buster agreed. He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lit it. He stood smoking and looking into the pool. 

“I’m afraid I find it all a little overwhelming,” she said. 

“Oh, I can tell,” said Buster, redirecting his gaze to her. “There ain’t no need to feel that way, you know. It’s a house, is all.”

“It’s a palace, Buster. It’s marvelously beautiful, it’s just …” She looked around her.

“Hmm.” Buster closed the space between them and sat next to her.

Nelly touched his knee. “I just forget sometimes that you’re King Charles and I’m Nell the orange-seller.”

“Bull,” said Buster. 

Nelly traced patterns on his knee and didn’t answer. The water in the pool lapped in a soothing way and smoke from his cigarette drifted into her face.

“So what’s your castle in the air, then?” said Buster, waving away the smoke.

“Me?” She looked into his eyes. “You know, silly. A Shakespeare talkie. What comes after, I don’t know. I haven’t gotten that far.”

“No, I mean when it comes to real castles. What would you do different?” He inclined his head at the Villa.

“Oh, well … I’d shrink it down, naturally,” she said. “Maybe just one story or maybe a bungalow with a little room or two upstairs.” She’d never thought of what her ideal home might look like, but warmed to the idea at once. “It would have plenty of bookshelves and lots of books. Floor to ceiling. I’d have a collection of plays. Maybe I’d have a collection of records, too. There would be space to dance.”

“Even if you were a star?”

“I suppose. I don’t know. It’s hard to imagine having so much money.”

“Easiest thing in the world to spend money if you’ve got it. Everyone does when they do.” Buster flicked the spent cigarette to the marble flagstones and crushed it with his heel. 

Nelly placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be cross with me. You just have to let me get used to it. It all makes me so nervous.”

“I should have figured it would, the way you were acting at my party,” he said, in a somewhat sullen tone of voice. “Guess it’s my fault for asking you over.”

She kissed his cheek. “Give me a chance to get used to it. You know, maybe a drink would help.” She hadn’t shared a drink with him since his party, but figured it was the fastest path to getting more comfortable.

“You want a drink?” Buster said, brightening. 

“Yes. Make me a drink,” she said, squeezing his hand.

They went up the white marble steps past the impeccably trimmed topiaries that lined it and decorated its center and back through the loggia and into the living room. Buster led her into the playroom. “What’ll it be?” he said.

“Something that isn’t whiskey, please,” she said, taking a seat in the armchair. 

“Gin Rickey?” he said.

“That’s fine,” she said, not quite knowing what a Gin Rickey was but happy to find out. 

She stole long glances of the room as Buster stood with his back to her and mixed the drink. She could grow to like this room, she decided. Of all the places in the house she’d seen so far, it seemed the most like the man that she knew, always eager for a game of some kind, in love with his comforts. 

“Here you are,” said Buster, appearing at her side to hand her the drink.

It was clear and bubbly, garnished with a wedge of lime. She took a cautious sip and tasted pine and lime. “It’s delicious,” she said, smiling at him.

Buster returned the smile. “Good.” He went back to the bar to pour himself a glass of whiskey. “Game of billiards?” he said, standing before her again.

Nelly took a generous swallow of the cocktail and although he was sure to have an insurmountable advantage over her said, “Sure.”

She went over to the billiards table and Buster walked over to the wall to push a button. To her marvel, a long, lavish metal light decorated with scrolls descended from the ceiling. He pushed another button and light was cast over the red-velvet billiards table. Buster smiled at her astonishment and flipped open a built-in cabinet, from which he selected a couple of cue sticks. He handed one to her. 

“Ready to get whupped?” he said. “Your turn first.”

“No, you,” she said firmly. “You need all the advantages you can get.”

Buster laughed. “You’re pretty confident, kid.”

It was a lie, of course. She’d never played the game well but didn’t want to show how green she was. She could at least try to mimic his form if he went first. He lifted the triangle away from the balls and went to the south end of the table holding the cue ball. She watched him place it in the left corner of the table and chalk the tip of his stick. Not missing a beat, he laid his left arm on the table and threaded the cue through his forefinger, then pulled his right arm back. It seemed as though he barely tapped the cue ball, but the pyramid of balls went scattering. “I call stripes,” he said, after watching to see where all the balls went.

Nelly took a large gulp of her drink and set it on a nearby table. She was remembering Buster shooting billiards in a film whose name escaped her. Each shot had been impossible. “How did you do those trick shots in that one picture of yours?” she said, grasping her cue stick. 

“Sherlock, Jr.?”

“I think that was the one.”

“What’ll I get for telling?” he said, lifting an eyebrow.

“I’ll let you win, perhaps,” she said. 

That made him laugh. “It was practice. Four god damn months of practice. I had a teacher, one of the best players there is, and it still took us five days to get all the shots. Quit stalling, though. It’s your turn.”

Nelly stuck out her tongue and leaned over the table as she’d seen Buster do.

“No, no, no, you didn’t chalk your stick.” He took it out of her hands and wiped the piece of chalk around the tip. “Here.”

Rolling her eyes, she took the stick back and again set up her shot. She aimed at a solid green six-ball and shot. Instead, she hit a striped eleven-ball and didn’t get anywhere near any of the pockets.

“Oh Nelly,” said Buster, laughing. 

She didn’t mind that she was going to lose to him. It was worth it to see the way his grin lit up his face. “I’m deliberately putting you at your ease,” she said, narrowing her eyes and lifting her nose. She wandered over to her glass of Gin Rickey and finished it. 

“Want another?” said Buster, gesturing. 

She nodded.

They went on like that for the next half-hour, taking turns at the table. Buster beat her handily in three out of three games. “You can’t play at all,” he said with mild incredulity, after all of his balls were in their pockets at the end of round three.

Nelly set her drink (it was her third) on the table and hopped up onto the edge of the table. She was feeling happy and free and relaxed now. “So I told a fib,” she said, smiling and swinging her legs. “So what?”

Buster couldn’t hold back his laughter. “You’re awful bold.” He positioned himself between her legs and tilted his head up for a kiss. She pressed her mouth to his, tasting whiskey. “Want a lesson on form?” he offered. She shook her head, stroking her finger across his lower lip. “Well, what do you want?”

“You tell me,” she said. She traced a finger across his cheekbone and his eyelids grew heavy. His lips parted.

“It involve a bed?” he said, sounding dreamy.

“Maybe.” She grabbed the rest of her drink and finished it. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Second floor. C’mon.” Buster helped her down from the billiards table and took her hand again. She followed him up the grand stone staircase and onto the landing. He paused a few moments to unlatch a heavy wrought-iron gate. He led her through it and down a short hall, then took a right into a small circular vestibule with an intercom and dumbwaiter. Before Nelly had a chance to ask where they were, he pulled her through the next doorway.

She knew at once that the bedroom wasn’t his. There were too many feminine tells: a mint-green screen decorated with flowers, a lamp with a pink shade, French perfume bottles on a bureau. Buster was nibbling her throat, but Nelly was looking over his head at the photographs of his children hanging on the walls. He steered her over to the edge of the king-sized bed and pushed her to a seated position. It sat atop a platform and was the biggest bed she’d ever seen. He sat beside her and started working on the dress buttons at the back of her neck.

“Oh, we can’t,” she said, pushing his hands away. 

“Huh?” said Buster, looking affronted. “Why not? Thought you wanted to.”

“I do, but not on your wife’s bed. Buster, it would be wrong.” She stood up.

“Look, I never once made love to her on this bed.” He appeared confused. “No one’s made love on this bed. She don’t do that. Not with me, not with anyone.”

“It’s not just that. It’s—I don’t want to take her place anywhere. I don’t want to be in her room,” she said. Her head was fizzy with Gin Rickeys, but she was never more sure of herself. She turned on her heel and walked back to the vestibule. 

Buster’s footsteps followed her. He caught her arm. “Don’t be like that, I didn’t mean to upset you.” His face was so soft and pleading that she couldn’t stay angry with him. 

“I know you didn’t,” she said, though ignorance didn’t excuse his mistake. She stood dumbly as Buster ran a hand up and down her arm. 

“Want me to take you home?” he said, voice remorseful. 

“No. No, I don’t.” She smiled at his doubt and put her arms around him, softening further. “Let’s just stick to other parts of your house, alright?”

“Alright. Well, can I take you to my bedroom?”

She had to bite back another smile at his persistence. “Sure.”

A similar round vestibule preceded Buster’s bedroom. This led to a small hall which led into the main bedchamber. Both his room and his bed were half the size of Natalie’s. The curtains were drawn, making the room dark and cool. Nelly tried not to look too hard at the photographs. There was one of his sons in front of a large dressing mirror that connected his two bureaus. 

“I built that,” he said, thinking she was admiring the mirror and dressers. “Designed it myself. Gabe helped me build it at my old studio.”

She was surprised at this bit of trivia. There were very few areas into which Buster’s talents didn’t extend, it seemed. “It’s a handsome piece of furniture,” she said. She noticed that the picture opposite his sons’ had been turned onto its face and attempted to give it no more thought. 

“Sorry the bed’s not made, but the servants are gone for the weekend.”

“You can’t make your own bed?” said Nelly, turning to him and giving him a playful pinch. Her nervousness had begun to melt away again now that they were out of Natalie’s territory. 

“What’s the point? It’s just going to get mussed up if I make it.” He returned to kissing her neck and this time Nelly tried to force her nerves away. His lips were soft, his breath was warm, and that was all that mattered. 

In no time, they’d gotten onto the bed. Buster bent over her, his leg threaded between hers, kissing her fiercely and clutching one of her breasts. She ran her hands up and down his back as his tongue entered her mouth. The bed smelled like him and she imagined, vaguely, what it would be like to wake up next to him in it, tumbled in these expensive blankets and sheets; to watch him dress and get ready for the studio; to see him off with a kiss and spend the rest of the day in idleness and frivolity, waiting for him to return home so they could go to dinner or attend a party at Pickfair. She couldn’t make up her mind whether that sort of life would be the meaning of happiness or unbearably stifling. Realizing that her thoughts had wandered again, she brought herself back to the present by sliding her finger into the seam of Buster’s button-up shirt and easing one of the mother-of-pearl buttons from its hole. Buster withdrew his hand from her breast and knit his arms behind her back so he could do her the same courtesy, plucking open buttons as they kissed. When all buttons had been accounted for, Buster sat up and pulled his arms out of his sleeves, while she stepped off of the bed and out of her dress. 

“Now,” said Buster, when she was back on the bed. “Where were we?”

“You tell me,” she said, looking down at his lap. He was still wearing his dark grey trousers. 

He grasped her by her bare shoulders and steered her onto her back. As he crouched on top of her, caging her in with his hands and knees, she reached down to undo his trousers. Her fingers brushed against his erection and he moaned, appreciative of the contact. She let her lower instincts drive her when the buttons were undone. It was natural to stroke him just so, to lick at his ear, to tell him how hot he was making her, but these actions, done of intuition, left energy for her mind to resume its peregrinations. It took so little to make Buster happy, and was no great chore to content him in bed. He liked all the usual things that men did. None of the deviations that she’d heard whispered about Charlie Chaplin during his divorce seemed to hold any interest for Buster. He never desired sex to such a degree that it was burdensome. Admittedly, she felt just as passionate for him as he did for her, but she tried to consider what it would be like if she didn’t. She still didn’t see what the harm would be in indulging him, in keeping his bed warm. Too little payment for so great a debt. 

She clung to his neck and kissed it while he inched her knickers down. He entered her with a sigh a few moments later. He hadn’t mentioned a prophylactic and she hadn’t asked. It was easy to forget sense when he made love to her. She forgot, too, what time it was and that they were at the Villa. Instead, her mind coasted along currents of pleasure, following each one to its length until she encountered the next. 

“Flip over,” said Buster, pulling her out of the reverie she’d sunk into. 

“Hmm?” she said.

He withdrew from her body and sat up on his haunches. “Right here.” He patted a portion of the bed to indicate. “But with your head toward the mirror and your feet sorta pointed at the pillows.” He tugged off his undershirt.

Her heart pounded. They’d only ever made love on their sides or with Buster on top. She unhooked her brassiere, wriggled onto her stomach, and stretched out, her head facing the mirror. 

“Now, I’d like it if you…” He sucked in breath as he dragged a finger from the top of her neck to the slight swell above her bottom. “Get up on your hands and knees.”

Her pulse throbbed. To obey him would be downright wicked, not respectable, not ladylike, but the moment Buster made the request she perceived what a superb idea it was. She rose to the position that he wanted her in and arched her back. 

Two words. “Oh, Christ.” She had never heard his voice sound like that, dark and worshipful, like he was a pauper and had been handed a sack full of gold objects. 

He lined himself up behind her, and there was a quick mutual adjustment of legs and feet before he entered her. Following instinct again, she pushed back to meet him. She closed her eyes to savor the new pleasure. As a consequence, it took her a couple minutes to realize Buster’s reasoning behind the position. When she blinked her lids open, in such a daze that it felt like she’d drunk ten Gin Rickeys, she saw them in the mirror together, Buster rising above her backside with abs standing out in stark relief, one arm stretched along her back and anchored on her shoulder. His eyes met hers and she pushed back. Not breaking her gaze, he pushed forward. She’d never seen herself in such a way before, her arms splayed, her hair starting to fall out of its chignon, her breasts swinging with every push by Buster. His breath was fast and hard. He was muttering sweet things to her through his moans, Oh darling and You’re so good. For her part, she’d never been so excited. 

He wouldn’t last like this, but she sensed that he wasn’t meant to. She gave another push back and he broke against her with a choked cry. “I can’t, Nelly, oh I can’t …!” He doubled over her and clutched her breasts, gasping as he came in her. She met his uneven thrusts, grinding herself against him for all she was worth, craving those last frissons of euphoria before he withdrew. She lifted her eyes to the mirror and watched him pull out and collapse on his back against the mound of his pillows, his chest heaving. Her arms were sore as she drew alongside him, but the pain was distant. 

Only when she met his eyes did she realize what had just happened. Buster’s groggy look of pleasure was changing to fear. “I was trying to say, ‘I can’t stop,’ ” he said, feeling for her hand and squeezing her fingers when he found it. 

Impossibly, she’d forgotten that there was no barrier between them. She dipped a hand between her legs and encountered the excess wetness there. 

“I’m so sorry,” said Buster. She’d never seen such an expression of worry on his face.

She propped herself on her elbows, still half in a daze from their love-making. “Do you have a—where are your pants? Your handkerchief.” She had trouble commanding the words. 

Buster slipped off the bed and picked up his trousers, feeling in the pocket. Wordless, he handed her the white square of cloth. She wiped away as much of the wetness as she could. “I’m sure it’s fine,” she said, after she’d bunched up the cloth and thrown it clear of the bed. She was now beginning to feel worried, but only because he seemed so worried. “The chances are very, very small.”

He was standing at the foot of the bed running a hand through his disheveled hair. “If it comes to that,” he said, in a halting way that told her he was still arranging his thoughts. “If it does, I’ll help you sort it out no matter what. Okay?”

“I’m sure it’s fine. Come here.” When he was close enough, she pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed it. “Don’t worry.” In her head, she was counting up the days since her monthlies had appeared last week. She came up to eleven, not quite the midpoint. The midpoint was when most women conceived. She looked up at Buster. The furrow beneath his brows was deep. “Please. Stop worrying.”

He sat next to her and knit his hands together and stared ahead. She thought she detected a peculiar luster to his eyes. 

“Darling, it’s as much my fault as it is yours. I forgot too.” She reached out and brushed the hair back from his forehead. “There’s no point in worrying unless I’m late.”

“I won’t go without a thin from now on,” said Buster, as though he hadn’t heard her. 

Her head began to ache. The Gin Rickeys had worn off. “Please. Please stop worrying.”

Without any warning, Buster threw his arms around her and clasped her tight, so much that he took some of the breath out of her. He held her like that for several long moments, not saying a thing, before releasing her. “Alright, I will,” he said. 

“Good.” She held his cheek in her hand until he looked her in the eyes and she was satisfied at what she saw in his. “Now I’m the one who’s hungry this time. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

Buster seemed to cheer up a fraction. His voice sounded a bit sunnier as he said, “What would you like?”

“Oh, anything. Whatever you want. I’m sure I’ll like it.”

Nelly thought they dressed more somberly than usual this time, collecting articles of clothing from the bed and floor and pulling them on without saying a word. Despite her reassurances to Buster, the weight of her predicament was beginning to settle on her. All the canteen lunches on the set of Steamboat and at United Artists had taught her that there were two choices for girls whose famous lovers had put them into a condition. They could go away for a period of confinement and give up the child when it was born. Or they were put in touch with a doctor who could take care of their situation. 

Buster disappeared as she was buttoning up her dress and she heard the faint sound of his voice from down the hall. He was speaking to someone. She froze. Natalie must be back. She looked around in horror and spotted a doorway to the left of the bureau. She hastened through it and found herself in a bathroom. Hiding in the shower would be absurd, but it was the best place to conceal herself. She decided to wait to hear if footsteps approached first. The seconds dragged on. Her pulse thudded and her head throbbed in an angry way. At long last, she heard someone enter the room, but there was just one set of footsteps. “Nelly?” Buster called. 

She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and made her way to the doorway. “Are you alone?” she said in undertones. 

Buster, who was standing at the foot of his bed, looked toward her in bafflement. 

“ ‘Course I’m alone. What do you mean?” 

Relief descended and she came back into the bedroom. “Who were you talking to?”

Buster gave her an odd look. “Caruthers. Ordering food.”

Although she was comforted to hear that Natalie had not made an unexpected return, she was dismayed to hear that someone else was in the house with them. “I thought you said everyone was gone?”

“They are,” he said. “I can’t go without Caruthers, though. He does all the cooking. And I need someone to fetch things if I need ‘em. I can’t just go out like you.”

“Oh,” said Nelly, somehow not feeling satisfied with this explanation. 

Buster gave her shoulder a squeeze. “He knows about us, anyway. And before you go worrying, he’ll never breathe a word. I trust him with my life.”

She wasn’t happy to hear that Buster had given away their secret. Though the butler had been friendly the night he had driven her home, she knew that servants gossiped. Perhaps male servants didn’t do it to the extent that female ones did, but she didn’t think it was worth chancing. “If you think so,” she said, not able to keep the skepticism from her voice. 

“Buck up,” said Buster. “Anyway, how else was I supposed to get you a nice dinner tonight?”

Tonight. The Gin Rickeys, the dark room, and the torrid love-making made her forget it was still daylight out, but of course it couldn’t be past two or two-thirty. She stepped toward the mirror and took in her disarrayed hair. “If he knows I’m here, I ought to fix my hair before I go back downstairs.”

Buster smiled and looked self-satisfied. “Ain’t no need for you to go anywhere. Go on and fix your hair, and I’ll call you when the grub’s here.” He took a silver brush from his bureau and handed it to her. 

She stayed in the bathroom until Buster yelled for her, not wanting to be caught in the room when the butler wheeled in a cart of food. It would be too uncomfortable. She stepped into the bedroom but didn’t see Buster. “Where are you?”

“In here.”

She followed the sound of his voice and, feeling cautious, went down the hall and into the vestibule where she saw Buster holding a silver tray with both hands. It held two or three covered dishes. He cocked his head at a dumbwaiter she had not noticed earlier where there was a smaller tray holding glasses and soda pop bottles.

“You grab those there,” he said.

She did as she was told and they went through another door of the vestibule and onto a balcony, where there was a small table and a few bistro chairs. “Oh my,” she said, as she caught sight of the view. The balcony was directly over the east portion of the house, which stretched out at an angle beneath them. That was not what had taken her breath away, however. From here, there was a perfect view of the marble steps, swimming pool, and tennis court, and sloping away from them, the estate wandered down to the great flower bed beside the winding drive that they had come up. It wandered farther still, past the palms and shrubs, and then there were mansions as far as the eye could see in every direction, beautiful mansions so well-arranged on the hills that they looked the very picture of an Italian town. That was where all of Hollywood lived, Marion Davis, Douglas Fairbanks, Mary Pickford, Norma Shearer, Charlie Chaplin, Harold Lloyd, and here she was among them dining with Buster Keaton. For a minute, she felt far removed from her previous life in Evanston and her current one as a humble extra and prop manager, tasting what it must be like to be a movie star. 

“Like it?” said Buster, setting the tray on the table. 

Nelly nudged her tray next to his, considered the warm sun on her shoulders and the breeze, smelling earthy and almost living, and nodded. Maybe it was the view, maybe it was laughing and eating fresh strawberries and cream with Buster after they’d finished purée of potato soup and veal cutlets, but from that hour forward she took a better liking to the Villa and began to see it as he did. Her worries were, for the remainder of the evening at least, set aside.

Notes: Are you surprised by this chapter? I was. What I had in mind was just a nice rendezvous for Nelly with Buster at the Villa, but there was much more tension and conflict and unexpected directions than I’d thought. The length also got away from me, but I hope you won’t mind that.  It’s hard to explain, but when you’re writing--when you’re immersed in your characters--sometimes they just act on their own and you just follow. Did I intend for Buster and Nelly to have unprotected sex that resulted in Buster accidentally finishing in her? No. Did I intend for Nelly to be so resistant to Buster’s home, help, and all the rest? No. I just wrote and the characters’ natural actions suggested themselves without a single thought on my part.  I think I will wrap this chapter up for now and just call the next one Chapter 30, even though it takes place the same day and same place.  And yeah, that’s a photo of Buster in his bedroom. Dreamy, huh?

#Buster Keaton #fan fiction #RPF #Actor RPF #Golden Age Hollywood #silent film

[milkygcf]

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

Pairing | knj x gender-neutral reader

Genre | tooth-rotting fluff i think, established relationship

Warnings | just a tiny bit of cursing, the boys are a chaotic mess

Summary | ❝ Nothing can beat a holiday spent with Namjoon.❞

Word Count | 4.1k

Author’s Note | THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE MESS I’M SORRY 😭🙏 i rush wrote this so i could put up something for christmas. nonetheless, i hope whoever reads this enjoys it! also, big thanks to @youarejesting​ for the banner! i love it, it’s so cute :( another little side note is, this is also part of @btscreatorscorner​‘s Crystal Snow Event! make sure to take a look at all the other works :] happy holidays!

Christmas with Namjoon is always a wild ride. From hectic decoration shopping to disastrous baking, to actual decorating and singing Christmas songs together. However, it's not like you're complaining, because as rowdy as Christmas time can be with your significant other, nothing can beat a holiday spent with Namjoon.

Every year is an open door to new shenanigans, handmade gifts and memories that embed themselves warmly into your heart. This year isn't any different, except for the fact that the rest of the group were joining for dinner - along with the chaos they always brought along with them. As close as you are with your boyfriend, not even your connection could beat theirs. It's heart-warming - as much as they argue, nothing could possibly tear them apart. Nothing could bring you any more serotonin than the jovial smile that attacks Namjoon's handsome features whenever they're around.

Now, you’re all nearing your thirties - except for Jungkook, he was still bearing life without early back problems - and you suppose you all look the part as well. Unless it's Christmas season and the young man himself proposes they all compete in a Best Decorated House competition between themselves. The winner earns himself an extra present from every participant - which you find rather amusing because you're pretty sure they were willing to buy each other the world in a blink of an eye. The loser, however, gets to wash every dish used during dinner. Ouch.

"Deal!" Namjoon hollers, finger pointed up in agreement, his chest puffed out in pride. You know he's going to stress about it later on because as much as you love the man, he's absolute shit when it comes to decorating. If it weren't for you, his house would be a shit-show. Sorry, Namjoon.

"Can't wait to beat all of your sorry asses!" Seokjin yells even louder, an arm hooked around Yoongi's waist. The energy he radiates astonishes you because even if he's the eldest from the lot, he's always the energetic one. Seokjin might as well be your icon.

And that's how it all began - the calm before the storm. But then again, them proposing this very idea wasn't exactly calm.

You feel a shy tap on your shoulder while you're busy scanning through your fifth isle. Namjoon holds out a tiny Christmas tree to you, his eyes round and shiny. You already know you won't be able to refuse. "Can we get it? Please - my bonsai needs a new friend."

"I think your bonsai would be sad to know their friend is made out of plastic, Joon."

"Well, they wouldn't be sad if they didn't know, right?"

His grin is brimming with mirth. He knows what you're going to say - there was no need to even ask you in the first place because he knew you could never resist his puppy eyes. "Fine," you sigh softly, offering him your sweetest smile. "Make sure Mon doesn't swallow it whole. That dog is a menace."

"He has a restless soul. We'll buy him reindeer ears on our way home."

"Yes!" It elicits giggles from both of you - Namjoon had introduced you to Rapmon just two months into the relationship, claiming you must meet your competition because it's only fair. Frankly, you think the dog himself is competing with your boyfriend - the second you set sight on his silky fur you’ve vowed to never leave his side. Rapmon was an absolute gem. From then on, he was a big part of the events you celebrated together - the main character in your little shenanigans.

Once you've both paid whatever you needed for the day, heaving a ton of shopping bags, you step out of the shop in a fit of giggles. As sophisticated and stern as Namjoon may look, he's quite possibly the clumsiest giant you've ever met. Unfortunately for him, he had accidentally ripped one of the bags you had brought along and as he readied to lift it, all contents came tumbling out as he gawked in terror. Red instantly rushed to his cheeks and you found it hard not to burst out laughing in his face. He wouldn't want to become more flustered than he already felt.

"Every day I wake up to the face of embarrassment," he mumbles ashamedly, shaking his head in dismay. You could only continue to chortle before leaning in to place a tender kiss on his cheek. "It's okay dummy," his cheeks redden even more, "Would some hot chocolate fix your mood?" The second the words slip out of your lips, his face no longer holds a grim expression.

Getting hot chocolate from Pixie’s Magic! is like a tradition between you and Namjoon. Not only was it where you both had met, but it served the most delicious brews you’ve ever tasted. Nothing could possibly beat this little shop in the corner of the mall you were currently in. 

Although it was usually calm and quiet, it seemed to be bustling the day you both go out to buy Christmas decorations. There’s a myriad of people piling up in plan of buying themselves the warmest cup of cocoa - a cup of happiness that would complete their own Christmas. Within that queue of people were families, couples and even people who spend their time alone during the festive season. Pixie’s hot cocoa never failed to brighten days.

You scout through your newly bought items for anything that might pass time. Namjoon stands beside you with his phone in hand, thumb clumsily scrolling through whatever he’d missed from the boys’ usual spam session. “Hoseok’s already got most of his decorations up. Something tells me we’re not winning this so easily.” 

“We’re literally up against Seokjin and Jungkook.” 

He pulls his lips in a taut line - going up against those two was a one way stop to instant loss. Nothing, absolutely nothing could beat either one of them. The competition was and will always be between Seokjin and Jungkook because both were as dense as a brick and would stop at nothing to earn themselves a victory. Frankly, you found it entertaining, even if they were constantly at each other’s throats and threatening to burn each other down - jokingly, of course, you’d never condone violence. Brotherly love if you’ve ever seen it. 

“They’re out of the question. We’re up against the rest, those two idiots can eat an egg.” His bluntness makes you burst into fits of giggles, earning the clear attention of those either ahead of you or waiting (im)patiently behind. Namjoon always had a rather poetic way of saying things. “An egg? You’d be doing them a favour.”

He doesn’t quite realise what you mean until a few seconds later when he breathes out a dejected sigh and massages his temple soothingly. “They’re a whole mess.” 

And he’s right, because when you’re back in the comfort of your humble abode with a warm cup of cocoa waiting for you in the living room, Namjoon’s phone keeps endlessly buzzing. 

“You can’t keep ignoring them forever, you know.”

Namjoon sometimes thinks about how difficult his life would be without you. Go figure that there was no way of avoiding them, right? If you hadn’t told him, he would’ve never guessed so.

The couch sinks underneath his weight as he plants himself beside you, placing a mushy kiss onto your cheek. He’s quick to hand you his beverage once Mon literally hops onto him, wagging his tail like the euphoric little rascal that he is. And there’s peace and quiet, the sound of the crackle of the fireplace, until Namjoon’s thumb slides over the tiny green button making his phone constantly vibrate.

“Namjoon! What took you so long?!”

Seokjin’s voice comes booming out of the device nestled in your boyfriend’s palm. You must admit - it startled you just a bit, but it’s not like you weren’t used to their rambunctious behaviour. “We thought you died. Almost worried us for a while there.”

“Actually,” Jimin so pridefully interrupts, “He was just about ready to forget about you. Don’t act like you didn’t see cloud nine when Tae suggested Joon backed out.” It was all fun and games, affectionate brotherly love between the lot until suddenly, it was a trademarked apocalypse. Truly mind-blowing. 

“You tattletale-!”

“Don’t worry Seokjin,” you snort, “He’s still up and running.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!” Offence washes over Namjoon’s face - perhaps it really is him against the world. Kim Namjoon could trust no one. You could only poke your tongue out at him, earning yourself a blissful smile. “Not at all.”

“Ew. Stop flirting - this isn’t about you, this is about the progress you’re doing.” Seokjin scoffs, making the latter silently giggle to themselves. He has absolutely no filter - nothing could get in the way of the man’s priorities. “Tell that to Yoongi.” His boyfriend was sitting right beside him - and poor him, because Yoongi has to be the strongest man to ever set foot on earth. He’s been dealing with Seokjin’s shit for over a good year or so now. 

“Believe me, I might just knock him out.”

“No way - who’s going to peel your tangerines for work then? Ungrateful imp.” 

Their bickering continues to produce light laughter from the lot of you until you decide it's about time you update each other on your progress. Surprisingly enough, Hoseok was much farther ahead than you all anticipated, and it earned you another fifteen minutes worth of competitive yelling between the youngest and the eldest.

But that was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Move it a little bit to the left," you instructed stringently, hands planted firmly on your hips as your boyfriend does whatever he's told. The tree jiggles with every waking movement, making Namjoon groan at the heavyweight it settles upon him. "Is this alright?" He mumbles tiredly, eyeing you from the depths of its branches.

You could only nibble on your lip, your eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Maybe a bit to the right."

Even when he's exhausted, even when he's sick and tired of turning a piece of mere decoration to countless directions, he doesn't complain. Namjoon wasn't exactly fond of religious festivities, but spending Christmas with you is always something he looks forward to. Setting the deal aside, it was always enjoyable bringing a little life to the house with someone he adores and his heart beats for. "Perfect! Could you grab the baubles? I'll get the ornaments."

Teamwork makes the dream work. An idiom he liked to say on the daily - it always worked between the two of you. Six hours worth of work put into four and the mess that bested every nook and cranny of your house now lessened. You hang the last bauble and sigh in content. "Doesn't it look pretty? I think this is our best one yet."

"Well, technically speaking, I couldn't expect any less from you, bun." His tone of voice resembles that of a young boy in love, his eyes sparkling under the colourful Christmas lights nestled comfortably in the tree's branches as he looks at you with a bashful smile. It's moments like these when you're so caught up in the things you do together, these blissful moments that you realise just how grateful you are for Namjoon. You love him, you love him so much. Nothing could be a better present than spending time with him. He's your bundle of pure euphoria.

"The tree's feeling a little bland, don't you think?"

It takes you a moment to take notice of what he actually meant before you feel extra weight added on top of your head. He teasingly hangs the finishing piece away from you, puckering his lips in hopes he'd earn himself something sweet in return for the star. You could only roll your eyes, but nonetheless, nothing stops you from latching your lips onto his and giving him your love.

Without hesitation, Namjoon scoops you up onto his shoulders, he guides you towards the crest of the tree and watches with bright eyes as you ecstatically plant the finale to the first phase of your decorating. Monnie scratches at the latter's legs in pure joy, barking at you both to signal his presence as well. It elicits laughter, and as Namjoon gently sets you back down, you let your fingers ruffle his fur as he licks at your face.

However, your hours upon hours of decorating doesn't end there, the tinsel messily spread underneath you is a clear indication of this.

With an exhausted huff, you look at Namjoon with hopeful eyes. There's still much to be done.

---

Looks tend to be deceiving when it comes to Kim Namjoon. People tended to deem him as a friendly giant, however, when it came to snowball fights, he was far from that. Like a devil crawling out the pits of hell.

The day you decide to pamper the outdoors of your house, snow starts dribbling from the skies above you. A miracle, because it’s never really snowed so early in December. 

You’re busy setting up mistletoe in front of your front door until you’re barreling forward from the force of something wet on your back. It couldn’t have been Mon - he was sleeping soundlessly inside. But your boyfriend wasn’t - instead, he was childishly running around the front lawn bearing snowballs. 

“Namjoon!” You shriek in utter disbelief, turning around only to face a devious grin. Pure evil dripped from him - Namjoon was no longer the soft bear who insisted you play with his hair. He was now a foe. “You’re going to pay for that!” As quickly as you could, you bear your own weaponry to pay back his foolish actions. 

His giggles echoed across the small space you’re in and before you could even comprehend what was happening, he was already aiming another shot at you. Unfortunately, you were too slow against him. 

Splat!

Three points for Kim Namjoon!

At your absolute suffering, his laughter only gets louder over Mariah Carey’s gorgeous singing coming from inside. “You’ll pay for this, you evil man!” However, your threats are only drowned out by his boisterous laughter. “I’d like to see you try!” 

And you do. Because while he’s busy laughing his ass off at your misery, you earn yourself the rightful chance to aim a snowball right into his face. Three points? You just scored a whole seven. 

He’s baffled - completely, utterly speechless at what’s happened. Well, you definitely weren’t going to stand there and let him conquer victory, he knew that for a fact. He just didn’t think you’d be so blunt. Now you’ve earned him a pink nose. But was he going to let you get away with it? No, Namjoon’s a Virgo. 

He charges towards you like a clumsy child. You almost screech in surprise, instead, busting out in fits of laughter as you tumble and trip away from him. “Hey-! Get back here!” He cries out, almost face-planting into a hefty pile of snow. That would’ve been outright hilarious. 

“Just try and catch me, big man!”

It’s light-hearted, it’s all lively and pleasant. You were both adults, but nothing stopped you from feeding into the fruits of life and feeling youthful sometimes. You both did it for the hell of it because you knew that with each other, you could be anything. 

You’re too busy laughing to actually take notice of where your feet were taking you, feigning into the mess beneath you and tripping in your own feet. A loud thud leaves your descent, and with that, your boyfriend tumbling down on top of you because he was too clumsy for his own good. It was cute, really. Namjoon lets out a terrified shriek, his arms landing just beside your head - luckily because you’re pretty sure you would’ve earned yourself a long-surviving black-eye. 

“Got you,” he says rather flusteredly. There’s a hint of panic in his eyes that almost seems as if he’s seen God himself. Had the fall really taken the piss out of him? 

“No,” you state, shaking your head as best as you can. “Technically speaking, I got you.” You place a quick kiss on his pretty pink nose just for good measure, because in truth, you really did get him. He was on three points while you were on a steady seven. Namjoon pulls his lips in a taut line ever so shyly, hiding the growing smile planting itself on his face. No longer was he your arch-nemesis - your boyfriend was back to being your friendly neighbourhood giant. “Shouldn’t we get back to decorating? I thought you wanted to beat the others.” Perhaps it slipped through his mind because the second those words slip through yours, he’s already hoisting himself up and pulling you along with him. Kim Namjoon does not give up in the face of competition, that much is clear, even when he’d previously been working off a snowball fight.

“I couldn’t help myself!” He defends nonetheless, his palm scratching shyly at his mess of a mane. “But now that I think about it, we can have as many snowball fights as we want when we kick ass. A win-win situation, if I do say so myself.”

A win-win situation indeed. 

When the boys call later on in the evening, it becomes clear that Namjoon was second in lead - Jimin taking first place. While the rest were busy taking things easily, he’d effortlessly managed to get things done in only a short matter of time. He definitely wasn’t there to play. 

“No way. You’re cheating!” Taehyung accuses, astonishment evident from the little you could see of his face. His lighting was absolute crap. Despite his belief, Jimin easily shakes off his accusation with a mischievous grin. “I don’t know Taehyung, maybe if you hadn’t been slacking off at Taco Bell you would’ve been catching up.” 

“Wha-! What a heathen - I’d choose Taco Bell over this any day!”

“How dare you! This is Christmas decorating you red-headed scoundrel!”

“This isn’t about you Seokjin!”

“Might as well be,” Yoongi mumbles from beside him, lazily scrolling through his phone as a yawn escapes his lips. You might just think he’s aged by a couple of years because of this ordeal. “You’re all complete losers,” Jungkook comments, face completely mushed against his phone as he nibbles on whatever was in front of him. The kid feared absolutely nothing - the wrath of a butthurt Kim Seokjin wasn’t any different.

Namjoon squints at his phone. He clearly wasn’t wearing his glasses, nor his contact lenses, and you knew he’d face the consequences later on. You’ve spent countless days by his side tending to his colossal headache. “Are you… Are you eating raw pop tarts?”

“Yes.”

“Raw. Aren’t you supposed to toast them?” There’s confusion laced in his tone, and in between, intense fear. “That’s like, a felony.”

Jungkook lets out a scandalised gasp. “No way! I’m not letting this piece of divine heaven be tainted by modern technology! I don’t even have a toaster, and there’s no way in hell I’m touching the microwave.”

Hoseok snickers. “He thinks it’s going to explode.”

“Don’t test me! I know the evil that sits within that thing.” 

As complex at it was, you’ve come to the conclusion that there’s no explaining what these men are made out of. They’re simply built differently. In fact, you’ve grown out of trying to comprehend them, because you could be on your death-bed and they’d still be saying and doing things that would make you sigh and shake your head. 

---

Alas, the day has come, and so have the boys, who just wouldn’t stop rambunctiously banging on your door. You’re busy setting up the table, Mon at your feet wagging his tail excitedly. “Namjoon!” You call out, balancing a few plates on the palms of your hands. “Namjoon! Could you get the door?”

However, as much as you yell, Namjoon doesn’t respond. You suppose it’s because he hasn’t come back from wherever he had gone earlier during the day. Odd. 

Nonetheless, you set a few plates down on the dining table, hurriedly skipping over to your front door only to be trampled by none other than your special guests for the night. “Finally!” A rather over-dramatic Seokjin sighs, patting away the invisible sweat dripping down his forehead. “Waiting for you to open was like running a marathon. I swear!” 

You could only laugh as Jimin pulls you in for an embrace - it was in his habits to do so whenever he saw you. It’s not as if you mind, his hugs were by far the best you’ve felt. They were full of love and warmth, something that perfectly describes the man himself. “Don’t mind him,” he tells you, rolling his eyes at the dramatics his friend was making. “He really needed to piss.” 

“Sorry for taking so long - Namjoon hasn’t gotten back home from this morning.” 

“He hasn’t?” Yoongi neatly sets his shoes by the door, unwrapping a thick scarf from his neck, dangling it on your coat hanger. “That’s pretty unusual, he doesn’t like being out in cold weather.” 

“He probably got into some traffic,” you assume, “Hopefully he’ll be back soon. Until then, make yourselves at home. We’ll order take-out soon!”

All of you were like a proper family when it came to celebrating Christmas. Each year, sleepovers are taken in turns going from eldest to youngest. This year just so happens to be Namjoon’s turn - it’s not as if you mind, the house seems more lively when they’re around. They had that thing about them, that wherever they went they tended to make things brighter. Not once have you felt gloomy or perhaps left out. The seven of them all had qualities in contrast to one another, all showing you different ways of happiness. You’re lucky to say you have them in your life.

The wait for Namjoon continues. You all settle with playing board games, for the time being, the living room turning into a whole battleground because Yoongi can’t go by without cheating once in a while. He was really cunning, you could see Taehyung trying to pick up on his tricks. 

“Uno!” Jimin yells, shoving a proud middle finger in Seokjin’s face. The man could faint from the amount of disrespect he was receiving. “Try beating that, old man.” 

“I’ll tell you I’m more than an old man! I want a rematch. You’re all cheats, all of you.”

“You’re just a sore loser.” Jungkook was on thin ice. His nitpicking on Seokjin was getting him nowhere but pure, utter hell while he was sleeping. You admire his courage - he was fucking insane. “Sore losers don’t win, old man.” 

Seokjin almost gets up to throttle him for his constant bullying when the door swings open and you’re all met by layers upon layers of clothing stomping inside. He’s carrying a bunch of bags you can’t seem to decipher, and you could see his nose poking out from his scarf. 

Finally, Namjoon’s back home. 

“Hey __, I’m back. I’m sorry I took so-” 

“Joon, you idiot!” Before you could even bat an eye, Taehyung and Hoseok were on the man like hungry beasts. He was already eaten up by whatever garments he was wearing, the only pieces missing were the duo for him to finally disappear. “What took you so long? We were worried sick! Jimin can’t DJ for the life of him.” 

“Hey-!”

You hoist yourself up and dust off whatever remnants of gingerbread cookies were left on you. All the concern that had been building up over time of Namjoon not being home had now diminished. Sudden relief washes over you because you hadn’t really noticed how worried sick you’ve been until he’d stepped into the house. Namjoon can be really impulsive sometimes. 

“Joon,” He wraps his arms around your smaller figure and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Where have you been? Had me really worried for a second there.”

There’s this cheeky look in his face that makes you swoon. He’s so lovely, in all his ways, you just can’t help but be filled with so much love. You love him. 

“I kind of… I kind of forgot to pick your present up. Sorry - Didn’t want to worry you, just a clumsy move.” 

He’s all you’ve ever imagined. 

“Get over here you two - we’re ordering take-out!” Your little moment is easily interrupted by the guys hollering you over, to which you oblige because you wouldn’t want to waste another second. You could hear Namjoon’s stomach grumbling a bit. “Have I been out for that long?” He queries, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “Dummy, it’s six in the afternoon. It’s already dark.” 

“Well, I’m finally back home now, right where I need to be.” 

You don’t notice it, but there’s a little mistletoe just above your heads. And Namjoon knows this because he points up towards it with mirth laced in his pretty eyes and a pretty smile. “Merry Christmas,” he tells you before he leans in and gives you what you rightfully deserve.

#btscreatorscorner #bcccse #bts fanfic #bts oneshot #bts au #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon reader #namjoon fluff #kim namjoon fluff #namjoon fic #kim namjoon fic

[yungidreamer]

Fae

The second one shot in my Kinktober fantasy series

Summary: A lonely fairy in the woods catches sight of an intriguing visitor who seems to love his forest as much as he does. He invites her in, but will she decide to stay?

Wordcount: 4k

Content warnings: mild sexual content, making out, kissing, more reference to sex than description of it, and some magic.

Suggested music: Capercaillie Eastern Reel and Price of Fire and The Seed by AURORA

If you ever meet a fairy, do not accept their food or drink, it is how they draw you into their world... 

She was here, Felix grinned to himself. He had watched her passing near his fairy circle for months, admiring her beauty and the way she always seemed to be so happy when she walked through the forest. He loved the wonder that came into her eyes when she spotted a pretty flower or a cute little bird flitting by.

“Please come in,” he said hopefully. “I promise not to keep you forever if you just come, just for a little while.” He just had to do something to catch her attention, to draw her inside. Felix put his hand on the ground near the edge of his circle letting out small tendrils of magic through his fingertips. The glowing vines of magic crawled over the forest floor bringing forth bursts of spring flowers where they touched.

The movement and bright colors caught her attention in the corner of her eye and she turned to see what was there. A curling carpet of spring blooms covered a short distance up a little incline to a ring of mushrooms growing in the forest floor. She would have sworn it wasn’t there a moment ago.

“How are these growing now?” She asked quietly, directing the question at no one in particular. “Lily of the Valley, crocus, and Siberian squill...you all bloom in spring. How are you here?”

Careful not to step on the flowers, she made her way up the incline to see what was there, what could make those flowers bloom. Stepping into the circle of light brown mushrooms, she turned in a little circle to take in the view of the forest from that point. Somehow it looked brighter, more vivid from that place where she stood. A slight rustling drew her attention to a tree stump a few meters behind her.

“Who are you?” She asked the boy who seemed to be suddenly sitting there, cross legged, his chin resting on the palms of his hands as he looked at her.

“I’m Felix,” he replied, standing up. “Welcome to my forest.”

“Your…” her voice drifted off. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I didn’t think this was private property.”

“No, please, don’t apologize,” he assured her, standing up and moving to join her. “I don’t mind having you here. It’s nice to see someone appreciate my forest.”

“Have...have you been watching me?” She asked, taking a half step back.

“A little,” he admitted shyly, smiling up at her through his lashes. “Your sketches of the birds were so pretty. Most people don’t pay enough attention to capture them so well.”

“Thank you, I suppose,” she replied. He made her feel funny. It was some sensation she couldn’t place when she looked at him. He was handsome and young looking, with sparkling eyes and a dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks. A mischief danced in his eyes when he looked at her with an adoring intensity. It should have made her uncomfortable, after all, he was a stranger she knew nothing about. Not to mention the strange way he was dressed. Why was he here by himself? How had he seen her and her sketches in the forest without her noticing?

“Did you like my flowers?” He asked, drawing closer.

“How did you get them to bloom so late in the year?” She asked, turning to look at the carpet of flowers again.

“Oh that’s easy,” he explained, taking her hand and pulling her along to an open part of the forest floor. “Like this,” he knelt down and placed his palm on the ground and let out a small burst of his powers. Around his hand golden ripples pushed out, leaving blooms that pushed up through the leaf litter in their wake. Her eyes went wide and she moved down to her knees to get closer to the sudden burst of flowers.

“Edelweiss,” she breathed quietly. “What are you?”

“I’m a fairy,” he answered, as if it should be obvious. “I live in the forest, care for the plants and the creatures here. Would you like to see my home?”

“Yes,” she said before she could think better of it. It seemed likely this was a dream, or maybe that she had lost her mind, and if that was the case where was the harm in going to see it? Taking her by the hand he led her to an old thick oak that grew near the edge of a small stream. It looked like an ordinary old tree until he put his hand on it and the front of the tree melted into an old door that opened inward. It didn’t look possible, the door seeming to be as large as one side of the tree, but he stepped inside, drawing her in behind him.

“Welcome,” he said as he closed the door behind her. She couldn’t respond as she tried to take in where she was. Through the door was a little world that seemed to defy definition as either a room or a forest. Somehow it was both and neither at the same time. The walls and ceiling were a dome of warm golden wood, shiny and smooth from years of being polished and cared for with gentle hands. Windows looked out through the notches left by knots that had been cleared and set with rippling glazing that sparkled in the low light. Shelf-like mushrooms grew in areas along the walls holding everything from little figures, to cups and plates. Off to one side sat a person sized nest on a little nook that came out from the wall. The mess of blankets that covered it, as well as the cushy looking pillows buried off to one side, looked like they were made of the softest silk in shades of green and brown. On the opposite side sat a table made from the top of a stump that extended from the wall, floating just the right height above the floor. Two small stumps sat, one on each side, providing seats for anyone who wanted to sit for some tea or food, if the mood struck. Spheres dangled here and there, bringing a glowing warm light to the space. It smelled fresh and woody, like rosemary and pine with just a hint of sandalwood, completing the sense of fantasy about the place.

“Wow,” was all she managed to say after taking it all in for a moment or two.

“Do you like it?” Felix asked, drawing up beside her and taking one of her hands in his. “I don’t really get visitors very often.”

“It’s wonderful,” she assured him, turning to look at him and finding his face far closer than she thought it was. A blush rose onto her cheeks and he gave her a warm grin as he took notice.

“I’m so glad you found my forest,” he sighed, taking a hand and brushing his fingers over her cheek. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“No,” she said, her gaze dropping down to his perfectly shaped pink lips. It was just a dream after all, she told herself. If it was a dream, there was no harm. It couldn’t be real. Fairies didn’t exist, nothing could make flowers spring from nowhere, houses couldn’t appear inside trees.

Felix leaned in, brushing his lips against hers as gently as if he were kissing the fluff of a dandelion. His lips tasted like sweet clover and summer strawberries. His delicate hands held her face, tilting it just right so he could nuzzle his lips closer to hers. He filled her senses, with the sweet flavor of his lips and the gentle touch of his hands as they wandered from her face down to her shoulders and arms.

She was as wonderful as he had imagined, soft and giving under his touch. She was so alive and so warm in a way he had missed for so long. Humans usually held little attraction for him. They were short lived, selfish, and obsessed with their world of concrete and steel, missing the wonder and beauty of the nature so close to them. But she was sweet like a summer dawn and took joy in all the little details of the world around her. In her art she had captured the way the chickadee spread its wings as it turned in flight, the gloss of the leaves after the rain, and the glint of the spiderwebs in dawn mist.

“Let me touch you,” he asked quietly against the corner of her mouth.

“You already are,” she pointed out with a breathy laugh, her hands coming to rest on his waist.

“I meant like this,” he chuckled as his hand slipped over her clothed breast.

“Ah, right,” her cheeks went pinker as she pulled his hips closer to hers. 

“Is this alright?” Felix slid a hand up under her sweater, still staying over the soft cotton of her t-shirt. She nodded, getting a closer look at his face as he explored her gently. Near the corners of his eyes he had little marks that looked like tiny silver crescent moons, glowing lightly from within. Over the bridge of his nose and cheeks were freckles of bronze and gold along with those that looked like regular ones. His eyes were brown like the fertile soil of the forest, but had flecks of red and gold, like leaves in fall.

He brought his lips back to hers, guiding her backwards until the back of her knees hit the edge of the nest like bed. She let herself sink backwards into the softness of the bed and its blankets as he moved to lie beside her. Felix coaxed her into the center of the bed and curled up along her side.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her, brushing a little hair out of her face.

“I…thank you,” she said shyly. Reaching up, she pulled his face back down to hers, capturing his lips. She kissed him with passion and desperation. He was beautiful, he was delicious, and he made her feel like she was coming alive after a long winter.

He slipped her sweater off and tossed it to the floor. He kissed his way over her cheek and down her neck as he snuck his hand under her shirt to touch the skin of her stomach for the first time. He sent out tendrils of magic over her skin, making her gasp at the feel.

“What did you do?” She panted.

“Just a little magic,” he explained timidly. “Did you like it?”

“Yes,” she nodded, desperate for him to do it again.

“Here,” he helped her pull off her shirt and her pants, leaving her only in her bra and underwear in the soft nest of the bed. He stretched out beside her, running his knuckles over her stomach lightly.

“What about you?” She asked, running her hand over the clothing that still covered him. “Can I see you?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he gave a musical laugh and his clothes melted away.

“Easy indeed,” she gave a nervous giggle as she looked down the line of his naked body. “That shouldn’t be possible.” She said softly, running her fingers along his shoulder, touching the soft skin there.  His body was long and lean, muscular but not the sort one got from strength training, it was the body of a runner, a swimmer, a dancer. He was beautiful as he smiled down at her. Splaying a hand over her stomach he sent out a small ripple of magic over her skin and she saw little golden waves move across her skin, bringing pleasure with them. She let out a ragged breath and gripped his bicep to steady herself. 

“Keep going,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. Felix leaned down and put his lips to hers and let a trickle of his magic into her through them. It amplified the cozy warmth of his lips and the taste of strawberries that washed through her. She urged him to deepen the kiss and helped him shift until he lay half on top of her as he did. When she touched him, she felt like she couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get close enough. He ran his fingers through her hair, holding her head as he explored her mouth.

A shiver went through her as his tongue tangled with hers and he slid a knee between her thighs. Her hands pressed against his back, feeling his muscles move under his soft skin. Somehow he managed to feel warm and hard and soft all at once under her touch. His magic intoxicated her, leaving her mind slowed and making the world have a pull and drag like water around her. She wanted more.

“Can we…,” she fidgeted, squeezing her thighs around his and hoping that would get her desire across.

“Are you sure you want to?” He ran a hand down her side to her waist. “I can make you feel good even if we don’t go all the way.” 

“But I want to,” she nodded emphatically. If this was a dream she wanted to have this moment. If it wasn’t a dream, she wanted to feel like this, take as much of this moment with her for as long as she could remember it. “Please touch me.”

“Of course,” he giggled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll touch you as much as you desire.” His fingers played at the edge of her bra strap and he moved it slowly off her shoulder. He kissed along where it had been as his hand went to cup the soft mound of her breast. Everywhere his skin touched hers, golden sparkles followed behind.

Felix loved watching her reaction, the way goosebumps prickled along her skin when he touched her. The way his magic could flow and tickle along her skin was intriguing. Even with other fairies it hadn’t been like this. Sometimes their powers clashed, sometimes it fizzled, something that was always a great disappointment when you were otherwise compatible. But even with the best of experiences he had had before, they didn’t compare to how it felt to share it with her.

He reached behind her and undid the contraption that was her bra, discarding it off the side of the bed with a toss. Running the tips of two fingers over her from the notch in her collarbone down between her breasts and to the dip of her belly button. Her back arched and her muscles twitched under his touch. She looked so pretty like this.

“Can I take these off too?” He asked as he fingered the waistband of her panties. She nodded, lifting her hips to help him do it. Felix slid them down her hips and thighs, tossing them vaguely in the direction her bra had gone. With her now as naked as he was, he straddled her legs, sitting on his heels near her knees.

“If I said you were the prettiest thing in my forest would you believe me?” He asked, letting his eyes rake over her beneath him.

“No,” she admitted, moving her hands to cover herself.

“No, little one,” he leaned forward and entwined his fingers with hers and brought them to his lips. “Don’t hide. You are so beautiful to my eyes.”

“You’re too pretty to be believed,” she shook her head, pulling at him to ask him to lie down with her. He obliged and covered her body with his. A tingle went through him as so much of their bodies came into contact and he let out a gasp, as did she.

“Does it always feel this good for a fairy?” She asked as she moved her legs to cradle his hips.

“No, my magic seems to like you as much as I do,” He smiled. She smiled back and brushed his lavender bangs off his forehead. His lips returned to hers, giving them ravenous kisses as his hunger filled his skin. He moved his lips over her cheek and down her throat, making a slow sojourn down her body. He sucked and licked along her collarbone, enjoying the thin and sensitive skin there. Next he moved to her breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth as his fingers pinched the other lightly.

“Felix,” she gasped, her hands gripping his hair lightly. “You feel like heaven.”

“My love, you are heaven,” he replied, kissing along the underside of her breast and down her ribs. Eventually he found himself stretched out between her thighs, eager to explore her there. He placed little kisses on the inside of her thigh, enjoying the sparks he left in his wake. She was endlessly entertaining to touch and watch and enjoy for him.

He ran his tongue up her length tasting the moisture that had gathered there. She was sweet and salty to his taste buds, the perfect mix of intoxicating flavors. Her back arched under his touch and he spread her thighs wider. He watched her as he licked and sucked at her, loving how she reacted to him. She looked beautiful squirming under his ministrations. 

Warm sensations enveloped her as her pleasure increased. It built inside her like a slowly lapping tide, curling against the inside of her body. Her hands reached for his as she could feel it rising and threatening to drown her with desire. He held her, a touch stone in a storm as she came apart underneath him. Moving up to lie beside her again, he admired her expression and how much she looked like she belonged here like this.

“I want to keep you,” he sighed, tracing the line of her features with his eyes. “But I can’t make that choice for you.”

“What if I decide to stay?” She asked, ready to say she would already.

“Don’t decide now,” he shook his head gently, cocooning them both in the soft blankets as he moved on top of her. “For now, just be with me.” He kissed her and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s just have this now.”

She nodded and said nothing else as he slid himself inside her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, taking in the scent of her. It was as perfect a moment as he had ever had, sharing the warmth of their bodies, a mingling of their souls. They made love until they were both exhausted, falling into a contented slumber in the secret of his tree.

Hours later when they awoke, Felix helped her dress and walked with her to the edge of his circle. He wanted to keep her, to share the joys of his forest with her and perhaps he still would, but he would not do it by trickery. He could, and many of his kind did, but he loved the kindness of her soul too much to win it through deceit.

“Here,” he took one of her hands in his, pressing it between his two and sending a bit of magic through it. “Take some time to think, but if you choose to return, this will let you find me again.” When he drew his hand back, there was a mark on her palm that looked like a faint gray crescent moon. “If you choose to come back to me, I will share all I have with you; my forest, my magic, my heart. But if you come there is no going back, if you become part of my world you cannot go back to what you were, so think carefully on this choice. I would understand if you chose not to come back.”

“I don’t want to go,” She sighed. “If I go, I’m afraid this will all have been a dream. Or if it isn’t, what if I forget?”

“You won’t forget,” Felix promised, pointing to the mark on her hand. “This will stay on you, at least for a little while and I promise I’m not a dream.”

“Can I come back tomorrow?” She asked hopefully.

“Perhaps wait a little longer,” he laughed, cupping her cheek. “Come back in a week, find me then. Be careful going home, it's starting to get dark.” She nodded, stepping out of the circle of mushrooms to suddenly find herself alone in a forest that felt different than it had just a few moments before. She scurried down the path that led back home, leaving a piece of herself behind.

It had been a week and waiting so long had been a daily fight. The face of Felix haunted her dreams and her waking hours. She had spent much of the first few days sketching it in the hopes that it would give her some peace; exorcise it from her mind. But somehow she couldn’t capture just the right sparkle in his gaze, or the glint of his freckles in the glow of the light. She spent pages and pages sketching it, painting it, but could not get the memories on the paper. The results were beautiful, some of the best she had ever done of a person, her friends assured her, but she knew it wasn’t right.

At night she lay in bed, touching the mark he had left on her, willing him to hear her thoughts so that he would remember her too. What if he forgets me? She wondered to herself. What if he doesn’t want me back? I never should have gone. She sighed and turned over in her bed, struggling for sleep to take her.

Just three more days…

Just two now…

Tomorrow!

In the morning she had sat at her desk, penning a few notes to her friends and family in the hopes that it would at least make them worry less. She laid the envelopes on her bed, under the edge of her pillow, partially hiding them from sight. If she couldn’t find him again she would have time to destroy them before anyone would take note of them or even that she had been gone. She took with her a few photos, the necklace she had inherited from her grandmother, and the little music box her father had given her as a child.

She closed the door and locked it, slipping her keys into her pocket. Her feet walked her back to that place without a thought. She found the woods and the little half hidden trail that had teased her mind for last week. The wind blew through the mostly empty branches of the fall trees as milky light filtered down to the forest floor. The sound of her footsteps grew more faint as the visible path disappeared, becoming moss and the litter of fallen leaves.

She knew she must be getting closer as the forest began to grow quieter around her. She looked for the incline and the circle of mushrooms she knew must be near as she rubbed the mark on the palm of her hand.

“Felix,” she whispered under her breath, the fear she would not find him again welling up in her chest. She closed her eyes and said his name quietly, half a prayer, half a question. When she opened her eyes, before her floated a small orange ball of light that pulsed slowly as it floated just a little ahead of her. Her feet followed it without a second thought, slowly making her way through the last tangle of branches before she finally saw it.

“Felix, are you here?” She asked, carefully getting nearer his fairy circle.

“You came back,” his voice floated out to her a moment before he stepped out in front of her. “I had hoped you would, but…”

“Of course,” she extended her hand with the little crescent to him, taking those last few steps up to the line of mushrooms.

“Come inside, let me give you a little something to eat,” Felix offered with a smile.

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Transformative Tips for Creating a Sacred Space in Your Home

by Michelle Gruben

Do you have a sacred space at home that’s just for you? Somewhere you can go to take a break from the outside world. A tranquil area where you can breathe deep, sit in meditation, practice yoga, or just exist. A place that encourages quietness. If you don’t have a space like this in your home, we highly recommend creating one.

But how do you actually go about creating such a space? To help you get started, we reached out to wellness, meditation, yoga, and spirituality experts from San Francisco, CA to Markham, Ontario for their best tips on creating a sacred space at home. See what they have to say so you can start transforming a room or nook into your own personal sanctuary.

Begin by cleaning your space. Vacuum, wash the floors, and wipe down surfaces. Then you can move through the house, ringing a bell to break up any stagnant energies. By removing the old dusty energies lingering about in the corners, it sets the stage then to begin raising the vibration with whatever herbs and stones you chose. – Rhianna Mirabello, Owner, Visionary, and Creatrix at Dreaming Goddess

A sacred space starts with a simple seat. This can be a chair, cushion, yoga mat, or prayer rug. It must be clean, comfortable, used consistently, and preferably for no other purpose. The sacredness lies not in the fanciness of the space but in the intention, faith, and sincerity of the sitter. – Newark Center for Meditative Culture

Add items that bring a sense of serenity and connection to nature. Light some candles, or a fire in your fireplace. Add a water feature – trickling water soothes the mind. Beautiful geodes, crystals, and stones placed on a shelf or bowl to draw in the earth’s energy. Chimes by a window or attached to your door bring a whimsical sense of lightness to capturing the essence of air. If you have a bright room, adding plants will help to purify the air, along with the meditative and nurturing intent of supporting life. – Sacred Space

Choose an area that is well ventilated and quiet, where there is minimal foot traffic. You may wish to place sacred objects there such as candles, incense, flowers, precious stones, photographs of loved ones, etc. Most importantly, keep the space clean, pleasant, and clutter-free. – Yoga Chicago

Spend some time thinking about what makes a space sacred for you. The first and most important thing to do when setting a sacred space is to set your intentions. Think about what this space means to you and how you want to feel. Focus on creating a space that looks amazing and feels amazing – thinks soft colors and textures, big cushions and comfy throws, and a fluffy rug. You want to create a space that invites you to feel that something sacred can happen. For some energetic support, I always recommend taking four pieces of Ametrine, cleansing them in sunlight or moonlight, and then placing one in each corner of the room. This stone is a powerhouse combination of Citrine and Amethyst and is good for balance and serenity. – Clare The Life Healer

6 Engage all of the senses. Soft, comfy furniture for touch. An audio player preset with meditation music. Your favorite essential oils diffused in the room providing a comforting scent. Window darkness to keep out any extra light. – ReJuve

7 Burn sage or herbal mixes. Clear negativity from the space using white or blue sage or any herbal mix that contains lavender and/or cedar. Burning these banishes heavy energies from the space and creates a lighter, more relaxing atmosphere. You can use sage and/or lavender spray if you’d rather avoid smoke. – Diane Wing

8 Celebrate the cycle of the year with a simple seasonal altar. A favorite candle, statue, or crystal and some fresh greenery from outdoors is all that you need. A pretty serving tray – like vintage silver plate or bamboo – is a compact way to showcase your seasonal treasures. Your altar can be refreshed whenever you feel the seasons changing. – Michelle Gruben, Owner, Grove and Grotto

9 Connect with what is sacred to you. Whether that is the love of the Earth,  a dream of peace on the planet, or a connection with an exemplar like Jesus, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., or Dolly Parton, you can let your love of what is sacred to you inspire the design of your special space. – Chris Maddox, The Wild Woman Project

10 To find your sacred space, spend some time in meditation and prayer. Ask that you may be shown a location in your home that will work as a sacred space. Then, commit to a time of day that you will go there; daily. By doing these two things, you will find that your inner peace and your ability to receive insights and inspirations will heighten and expand: creating more light and joy in your life. – Keira Poulsen

11 Let your sacred space elevate you. As you enter into this intentional space, let yourself elevate beyond the ordinary of the routine of our days. In this space, let yourself see the divine, the sacred, the incredible nature of this moment. We take life for granted, but in this intentional space, let yourself fully appreciate the sacredness of life. – Zen Habits

12 Transform an average room into a soothing sanctuary with an essential oil room spray. Use lavender essential oil to promote relaxation, lemon, and peppermint to create an uplifting mood or patchouli and rose to bring out your inner peace. To transform your space, fill a 4 oz. glass spray bottle with 4 tbsp. of water, 2 tbsp. of alcohol, and add 30 drops of your favorite essential oil. – Matrix Aromatherapy

13 Liven up your space with house plants. Trying to bring as much nature inside as possible is extremely therapeutic. – Essentia Aromatherapy

14  Add a yoga hammock set. With the influx of online tutorials and communities, creating a special relaxing space in your home and developing a home yoga practice is easier than ever. One way to elevate this space is to add a yoga hammock set. The yoga hammock can be an amazing tool for motivation, relaxation, and a helping hand in your yoga poses. Especially when you need some help to keep the motivation; seeing your dedicated space and your gorgeous hanging hammock every day will encourage you to practice, even if just for a few minutes a day. – Uplift Active

15 Light candles. Candles are known for their soothing properties and are an essential part of creating a relaxing space in any room – nothing compares to their soft, natural light and flickering glow. – Zen Den Candles

16 Let your sacred space find you. Wander around your home until you know where your space should be, and then sit there. Honor and thank your sacred space by inhabiting it with all your senses. Light incense or bring fragrance, light a candle, sing a little and say words of thanks, make a small food offering (and taste some), have a cup of tea, and then just sit down and trust your space to open the moment to your heart and mind. – Springs Mountain Sangha

17 Create a sacred space in your bathtub. Your bathtub can be so much more than a place to clean up. Think of it as more of a wellness destination, surrounding it with an enticing display of fragrant essential oils, luminous candles, and luxurious bath and body products that you can’t wait to put to use. – Inspired Interiors

18  Transform your living room into a sanctuary. We decided to leave our living room completely empty of furniture so that there’s enough room for our family of seven to do yoga & meditation together every day. Instead of furniture, our living room has lots of yoga mats, blocks, straps, massage tools, lacrosse balls for myofascial release, sound bowls, an essential oil diffuser, and crystals. – Nomads With A Purpose

19 Keep your space clutter-free. The size or location of the space doesn’t matter as long as it stays clutter-free. Too many items (including decoration) can have a negative effect on mental, physical, and spiritual health. – The Mindful MD Mom

20 Be intentional and have a clear vision of why you want to make this special happy place. Our homes are our sanctuaries, and often we lose perspective of the power we have in the creation process of our life experiences. It is important to remember that what we think expands. A space full of higher vibrations can help us maintain a positive outlook. A sacred home space can be achieved, for example, by using essential oil diffusers, plants as a way of detoxifying the air, music with a certain beat that can trigger feel-good emotions in us, or special lighting for a better mood, among many others. – Zen Living Realty

21 Look inside to find inspiration for your sacred space. A sacred space begins outside of time and place. It begins with intention; with your willed thinking; fired up by enthusiasm in your feeling life. Take your intention into your sleep for three days and see what inspirations arise. You don’t need an outside expert to tell you to do this or that. Trust that your higher-self will speak to you. – Reverse Ritual

22 Your space should be a reflection of things that give you inner peace. First, you must eliminate distractions or any attention to the outside world. Secondly, you want to include elements that are calming to your senses such as a comfortable cushion or chair, lightly scented incense or essential oil, Tibetan singing bowls or a bell, diffused lighting such as Himalayan salt lamps and Shoji or Mashrabiya screens to filter light. Third, bring in the elements of nature such as a chalice or fountain of water, live flowers or plants, quartz crystals or natural gemstones and candles. – Hearts Rise Up

23 Create a sacred space in a quiet corner. Bring steadiness to the mind and peacefulness to the conscious by finding a quiet corner in a sunlit room. Surround your space with a few meaningful tokens, a salt lamp for ambient lighting, and a stack of yoga blankets—which may serve as seating, props for yoga, or a warm wrap. Oh yes, and have a cat nearby. – Phebe Phillips Blog

24 Style the space with a focus on personal comfort, joy, and inspiration while stimulating your five senses. For example, a couch in a texture and color you love adorned with plush pillows and blissful blankets that you can wrap yourself in, making you feel supported and comforted each time you sit down; artwork that stirs positive emotion in you, serving as a reminder of your personal power and goals; warm lighting illuminating from a salt lamp or chandelier creating feelings of comfort and relaxation; and the sound of wind chimes outside a nearby window or soft music that soothes. All of these entice your senses, providing comfort, joy, and inspiration thus creating a sacred and welcoming space in your home. – Sugar Moon Bloom

https://www.groveandgrotto.com/blogs/articles/transformative-tips-for-creating-a-sacred-space-in-your-home

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Asclepius the God

It is a long time since I last posted here. I have to find some flow again, so please forgive me if the following is a bit disjointed. It also starts with a physical ailment, which is  uninspiring (and elderly), but it is merely a way in…

I have, for some time now, been suffering from lower back pain. It’s nothing dramatic, just a constant dull ache. But it is enough to kill my enthusiasm, in a very general way. Taking the dog for a walk, watering a plant… they become an effort rather than a pleasure.

There are different theories about the etiology of lower back pain. Some people say it is stress related (and, in my case, it came on at a time when I felt very tense). A friend of mine who is a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine was more precise: it is specifically related to money trouble. The spine specialist in London was true to his scientific roots and diagnosed, with the help of an MRI, ‘mild joint effusions at L 4 – 5’. I asked him about the effects of stress. He said that stress and tension could make a problem worse, but that they could not be the cause of it.

I saw a chiropractor and an acupuncturist, neither of whom were able to effect any lasting improvement. In the end, the spine specialist prescribed painkillers, anti-inflammatories, and a course of physiotherapy. I followed this conscientiously over a period of months, also to no avail. Eventually, I went for an expensive cortisone and anaesthetic injection into the spine. The symptoms went away for a month, but as soon as those chemicals were no longer present in my back, the pain returned. I began to feel that I would just have to live with it; manageable, but joyless.

Here in Athens, a friend told me about about an ‘energy healer’ who had helped her a lot, and who was in any case an interesting individual. I thought to myself that I had nothing to lose, and I asked her for the healer’s contact details.

A week later, on a cold and drizzly February morning, I rang Iannis’ doorbell on a street in Pangrati - a comparatively quiet area of central Athens. Iannis came to let me in. He was a diminutive, smiling man in his late sixties or early seventies, with a lively, engaging manner.

We went into his apartment which was small, modern, and perfectly ordinary. On the walls were a few of those tricksy landscape paintings that are sold by street artists. I was about to launch into a description and history of my complaint, which so far I had not told him anything about, when he stopped me by holding up his hand. ‘Let me diagnose you,’ he said.

I then stood in silence, fully clothed, in front of Iannis, while he put his hands lightly on my shoulders for a few minutes. Eventually he said, ‘You have lower back pain, a problem around vertebra 04, and you have had trouble with your right knee in the past.’

I was blown away by this. He was right about the knee too, it was a rugby injury that had plagued me for about 2 years. While driving, the pain used to force me to stop the car every half hour to stretch my leg. But that was more than ten years ago, and since then I have not had any knee trouble.

‘Do you also sometimes feel that your heart beats irregularly?’ he asked. ‘No,’ I replied truthfully, and my belief in his omniscience diminished a little, though it is possible that he is right and I am not aware of it. He then said that my lungs were not breathing properly, owing to a problem some time ago. This is also true, I got pneumonia a few years back. He seemed to think that this was the more serious problem, since it affected the amount of oxygen in my brain and therefore also my general mood. But he thought that he would be able to treat all of these problems. When I asked how many sessions would be necessary, he blithely replied, ‘Just one.’

Iannis told me that he used a form of energy manipulation. ‘Like Reiki?’ I asked. ‘A bit like Reiki,’ he said, ‘but this is an ancient Greek technique, in the tradition of Asclepius, the God of medicine and healing. It is not written down anywhere. It has been passed down through generations of practitioners, but there are not many of us these days.’

Iannis told me to lie down on my back on his sofa with my eyes closed while he performed the energy manipulation above me. He told me to report anything I saw or felt, particularly any colours I saw. It lasted for about half an hour. Frankly, I did not see or feel a lot. Perhaps some warmth in my hands, and a slight vibration in my solar plexus. I saw a few greens and reds, but I could never be quite sure that I wasn’t imagining them, or willing them into being. But each time I reported a colour or a sensation, Iannis would respond with an encouraging, ‘Yes, very good.’

The treatment ended with the painful massaging of three pressure points, two on my left foot, and one near my heart. Then he asked me to stand up and walk around the apartment. I did feel a lot better, though the pain from my back had not gone completely.

I asked Iannis how he had performed the initial diagnosis. He said that it was by knowing himself very well, and then by sensing the energy  of another person through various sense modalities, including sound and smell. He said that it was not so much a gift as the result of single-minded dedication over a lifetime. He reiterated that what is absolutely fundamental is self-knowledge; only on that basis can one come to know others. That is rather what I think about psychotherapy.

I paid 70 Euros and left his apartment. It was still raining outside, so I decided to wait it out and treat myself to a coffee. As I sat in the café, the ache in my lower back returned, as persistent as it had ever been.

                                   *

 Some months later, I felt I needed to escape the summer heat of Athens. I got on my motorbike for a weekend trip to visit some of the Mycenaean sites in the Peloponnese. The Mycenaean culture was dominant from about 1600 - 1100 BC; it consisted of a number of small independent kingdoms – Mycenae, Sparta, Argos, Pylos, Tiryns, Midea, Thebes, Athens and a few others. This was the period subsequently made famous by Homer in the Iliad and the Odyssey. It is the factual basis for the myths and legends that he committed to paper between 500 and 1000 years later, and also the period that saw the birth of the first attested form of written Greek (called ‘Linear B’), which predated the Greek alphabet by several centuries.

                 I crossed the Corinth canal and then followed the small country roads down to ancient Epidauros. This was once a sanctuary of Asclepius - a site of pilgimage and the most famous healing centre in the ancient world. It comprised the temple of Asclepius, a hospital, a 160 room guesthouse, a bathing complex, a 14,000 seat theatre with near-perfect acoustics, and a sports stadium used for quadrennial games.

               The 14,000 seat theatre at Epidauros.

There were few other visitors that afternoon and it felt like a magical place. The pine trees appeared to pulsate with health. Beside the Temple of Asclepius are the remains of the rectangular Abaton; patients used to sleep in this building in expectation of a visitation, in their dreams, from Asclepius the healing God, commonly believed to take the form of a serpent. The God would advise them what they had to do to regain their health.

Beside the Abaton was the circular Tholos, the foundation walls of which formed a labyrinth that was used as a snake pit, full of harmless snakes. The pit may have served as a primitive form of shock therapy for the mentally ill. The afflicted would have crawled in darkness through the maze-like structure, guided by a crack of light towards the middle, where they would find themselves surrounded by writhing reptiles. One would need a very strong constitution not to find that shocking.

In the museum there was a sculpture of Asclepius holding a staff with a snake wrapped around it. This is the famous ‘Rod of Asclepius’ –  the symbol of medicine and healing arts that is still used around the world today (it should not be confused with the caduceus, the staff of Hermes, which has two entwining snakes and is more properly associated with commerce). Asclepius is also often depicted with a dog by his side, and some healing temples used sacred dogs to lick the wounds of sick petitioners.

               Asclepius and his snake-entwined rod.

Wandering around this peaceful temple complex, I wondered about the role of snakes in healing. It is a major theme in Amazonian shamanism. Snakes are probably the most common motif in Ayahuasca visions, and they play a significant role in the cosmologies and mythologies of many indigenous cultures. And indeed in our Western mythology too, going back to the serpent in the garden of Eden. Why are snakes so significant, and why are they associated with medicine and healing across cultures? I would like to know (there is an interesting theory in Jeremy Narby’s Cosmic Serpent, to do with the double helix of DNA, though it would seem to apply more accurately to two entwined snakes, rather than just one).

There was an area of shade at the back of the rectangular Abaton. Hanging on the wall was a photo of a relief sculpture from another Asclepian sanctuary (at Piraeus), depicting the kind of healing that may have gone on in this building. A patient was lying on a couch, and a healer, or perhaps Asclepius himself, seemed to be performing some kind of energy manipulation above him. It could have been me on Iannis’ couch.

     Relief sculpture from the sanctuary of Asclepius at Piraeus

                              *

 From Epidauros I drove to Nafplio. For 13 years, this small seaside town was the first capital of modern Greece, from the start of the Greek War of Independence in 1821 until 1834. At that time, as photos attest, Athens consisted of little more than ruins surrounded by a few farmhouses.

I spent the night in Nafplio, then visited the site of ancient Argos the following morning. It is on the outskirts of town, rather hard to find. Entry is free and the theatre is impressive, but  less so than Epidauros. Then I pushed on to Sparta, down to Kalamata, and finally up into the foothills of Arcadia.

In the early evening I passed through modern Megalopolis; it is a nowhere sort of place – an empty main street, a series of traffic lights, and strong winds - but  in ancient times there was a huge city here. From the road a few miles outside the modern town, I saw three Ionic columns standing unremarked in the tall grass of a tawny field, and behind them a flock of sheep and their shepherd. Who placed them there, and why? What were they once a part of? Which God was worshipped there?

I spent that night in the hillside village of Karitena. The night was blissfully cool after the sultry nights in Athens. The following morning I had to wait for the mist to clear, then I followed small, winding roads into the forested hills of Arcadia. I crossed the river Alpheus on an small stone bridge – Alpheus was probably the basis of Alph, the ‘sacred river’ that Coleridge glimpsed in his opium-inspired reverie, and whose ready-formed verses he subsequently committed to paper as the poem Kubla Khan.

I thought of the resonance of Arcadia, the traditional precinct of the nature god Pan. For later Roman poets, Arcadia was linked to the Golden Age - a time of innocence and primordial bliss, before the rot set in. Virgil claims Arcadia as his own in the climax to his Eclogues.

Arcadia came to be known as ‘Arkady’ in English, though Evelyn Waugh reverted to ‘Arcadia’ for the title of Book One of Brideshead Revisited: ‘Et in Arcadia Ego’. This is a memento mori in which Death is warning us that he will find us even in Paradise – the skull is forever grinning in at the banquet. But, one has to wonder, is that not what gives the meal its relish?

My GPS ceased to function on these tiny roads, and I was soon lost and had to retrace my route. But it was a beautiful drive and I felt profoundly grateful to live in Greece.

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Personal Project research 01

“Seeing is irrational, inconsistent, and undependable.”

“My sentence, ‘The beholder looks at the object,’ is in serious trouble. There is no simple looking, there is no fixed object, and there is also no fixed observer. If I ere a logician I would be tempted to write a syllogism something like this: The beholder looks at object, but the object changes the beholder, and therefore the beholder does not look at the object. ”

“When it comes to seeing, object and observers alter on another, and meaning goes in both directions.” (Elkins, 1999)

“Out of objective, objective method, developed the objective consideration of the itself – its own demands issuing from its own objective existence – the flatness, bounded rectangularity, colour and tactility of the painting, the appearance of the printed poem on the page, with the simultaneous objective consideration of the conventions needed to support the illusion od space and volume in painting and meaning in poetry.” (Tucker, 1985)

“Apperceive activity becomes aesthetic enjoyment in the cars of positive empathy, in the case of the union of my activity demanded of me by the sensuous object. In relation to the work of art also, it is this positive empathy alone which comes into question. This is the basis of the theory of empathy, in so far as it finds practical application to the work of art. From it result the definitions of the beautiful and ugly. For example: ‘Only in so far as this empathy exists, are forms beautiful. Their beauty is this the ideal freedom with which I live myself out in them. Conversely, form is ugly when I am unable to do this, when I feel myself inwardly unfree, inhibited, subjected to a constraint in the form, or in its contemplation’ (Lipps, Aesthetick) ” (Woeeunger, 2014)

“It goes thus: My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impressions of nature. If this end is unattainable, so, it can be said, is perfection in any other ideal of painting or in any other of man’s activities. The trend in some of the contemporary movements in art, but by no means all, seems to deny this ideal and to me appears to lead to a purely decorative conception of painting. One must perhaps qualify this statement and say that seemingly opposite tendencies each contain some modicum of the other. I have tried to present my sensations in what is the most congenial and impressive form possible to me. The technical obstacles of painting perhaps dictate this form. It derives also from the limitations of personality, and such may be the simplifications that I have attempted. I find in working always the disturbing intrusion of elements not a part of my most interested vision, and the inevitable obliteration and replacement of this vision by the work itself as it proceeds.”

“This direction is sterile and without hope to those who wish to give painting a richer and more human meaning and a wider scope. No one can correctly forecast the direction that painting will take in the next few years, but to me at least there seems to be a revulsion against the invention of arbitrary and stylized design. There will be, I think, an attempt to grasp again the surprise and accidents of nature and a more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods, together with a renewed wonder and humility on the part of such as are still capable of these basic reactions.” (Ass.is.edu, 2018)

       “All things are imperfect. Nothing that exists is without imperfections. When we look really closely at things we see the flaws. The sharp edge of a razor blade, when magnified, reveals microscopic pits, chips, and variegations. Every craftsman knows the limits of perfection: the imperfections glare back. And as things begin to break down and approach the primordial state, they become even less perfect, more irregular.”

       “All things are incomplete. All things, including the universe itself, are in constant, never ending state of becoming or dissolving. Often we arbitrarily designate moments, points along the way, as “finished” or “complete.” But when dose something’s destiny finally come to fruition? Is the plant complete when it flowers? When it goes to seed? When the seeds sprout? When everything turns into compost? The notion of completion has no basis in wabi-sabi.”

       “Beauty can be coaxed out of ugliness. Wabi-sabi is ambivalent about separating beauty from non-beauty or ugliness. The beauty of wabi-sabi is, in one respect, the condition of coming to terms with what you consider ugly. Wabi-sabi suggests that beauty is a dynamic event that occurs between you and something else. Beauty can spontaneously occur at any moment given the proper circumstances, context, or point of view. Beauty is thus an altered state of consciousness, an extraordinary moment of poetry and grace.”

      “To the wealthy merchants, samurai, and aristocrats who practiced tea, a medieval Japanese farmer’s hut, which the wabi-sabi tea room was modelled on, was a quite lowly and miserable environment. Yet, in the proper context, with some perceptual guidance, it took on exceptional beauty. Similarly, early wabi-sabi tea utensils were rough, flawed, and of undistinguished muddy colors. To tea people accustomed to the Chinese standards of refined, gorgeous, and perfect beauty, they were initially perceived as ugly. It is almost as if the pioneers of wabi-sabi intentionally looked for such examples of the conventionally not-beautiful—homely but not excessively grotesque—and created challenging situations where they would be transformed into their opposite.” (Koren, 2008)

“At the start of the twentieth century the use of simple still-life arrangements of the most ordinary objects enabled Cézanne, and then Picasso and Braque, to develop new ways of repre­senting reality in painting. From 1912 Picasso and Braque incorporated reality directly into their work, first in flat Cubist collages

using newspaper, wallpaper and the like, then in Picasso’s three-dimensional Cubist construc­tions in some of which actual objects represented themselves. This marked a significant moment for one of modern art’s central obsessions: bringing art ever closer to reality. Marcel Duchamp closed this gap with a series of works (called readymades) which presented everyday objects, most notoriously a urinal, as art. Having established this principle, Duchamp went on to cre­ate complex still-life objects, neither painting nor sculpture, a mixture of readymade and art­ist-made elements. Outstanding among these is The Bride Stripped Bare by her Batchelors, Even (The Large Glass) ”(Fuirer, 2001)

“At the same time Gnoli’s compositions seem monumental. For all their intimacy they also look like massive forms approaching the scale of Mount Rushmore or the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. It’s true that some of his paintings are large (six feet tall or more) but even those paintings seem like they are only hinting at the real size. Sometimes the looming shape of the main object nearly fills the rectangle of the canvas leaving just a sliver of empty space along an edge. At other times the object totally fills the rectangle and seems to extend way beyond its borders. In both instances it makes the scene appear huge, like a land form too large to accurate­ly capture in a single painting.”

“Apart from all these physical characteristics there is a pronounced but intangible “feeling” about Gnoli’s paintings. They seem eerie and magical in a way that is somewhat reminiscent of the surrealist painters Magritte and de Chirico. Yet, there is nothing overtly manipulative in Gnoli’s images. Time, space and objects are very normal here. There are no improbable juxtapo­sitions. It is obviously just the unusual close up point of view and the carefully arranged compo­sitions that create this psychological edge to the scenes.” (Design: A Beginner ’s Handbook,2018)

Empty Drawing Room

Amid the indecision of the brocade

the mahogany furniture

continues its interminable tea party.

Then daguerreotypes present

a time stopped in a mirror

so that it looks closer than it is,

and when we look carefully they are lost

like the useless dates

of dim anniversaries.

For a long time now

their anxious voices have been calling us

and now they are scarcely there

in the first morning of our infancy.

The light of this day

elevates the street of noise and vertigo

and dismisses and snuffs out the faint voice

of the ancestors.

--W.S.M.

page 17

Street with a Pink Corner Store

Gone into night are all the eyes from every intersection

and it’s like a drought anticipating rain.

Now all roads are near,

even the roads are near.

The wind brings with a slow, befuddled dawn.

Dawn is our fear of doing different things and it comes over us.

All the blessed night I have been walking

and its restlessness had left me

on this street, which could be any street.

Here again the certainty of the plains

on the horizon

and the barren terrain that fades into weeds and wire

and the store as bright as last night’s new moon.

The corner is familiar like a memory

with those spacious squares and the promise of a courtyard.

How lovely to attest to you, street of forever, since my own days have witnessed so few things!

Light draws streaks in the air.

My years have run down roads of earth and water

and you are all I feel, strong rosy street.

I think it is your walls that conceived sunrise,

store so bright in the depth of night.

I think, and the confession of my poverty

is given voice before these houses:

I have seen nothing of mountain ranges, rivers, or the sea,

but the light of Buenos Aries mad itself my friend

and I shape the lines of my life and my death with that light of the street.

Big long-suffering street,

you are the only music my life has understood.  

--S.K.

page 37

Simplicity

     for Haydee Lange

The garden gate is opened

as easily as a turned page

question by a regular devotion

and once inside, our gazes

have no need to fix on objects

that already exist completely in memory.

I am familiar with the customs and the souls

and that dialectic of allusions

which any gathering of humans weaves.

I need not speak

nor claim false privileges;

those who surround me here know me well,

know well my afflictions and my weakness.

That is to attain the highest thing,

what will perhaps be given us by Heaven:

not veneration or victories,

but simply to be accepted

as part of an undeniable Reality,

like stones and trees.

                                     --S.K.

…….. page 29

Morandi’s approach to his work was to control every aspect of making a painting, from stretching his own canvases and making his paints, to placing his

objects, lighting them and positioning himself before them.

The objects Morandi chose to paint: bottles, jars, jugs and cans, were placed on sheets of paper on specially made tables and shelves and their position marked out in pencil. Sometimes he also drew the shadows onto the paper, for emphasis. He used three different kinds of supports for his objects: a rectangular table, an oval table and a special table cut off so that the back was wider than the front. This table could be cantilevered into different angles and positions. He also marked the position of his feet in chalk when standing at his easel. In this way his viewpoint could be explored and altered and the original set up could be revisited.

Morandi sometimes painted the objects, or filled the bottles with paint. By doing this he eliminated the shine and reflections. He was not interested in optical effects like highlights, but wanted to explore light, colour and volume. Similarly, dust was a friend to him: it dulled down the surfaces of the objects and preserved them in time.

Morandi claimed that because of problems with his eyes he only made four or five paintings a year.

A half dozen pictures would just about be enough for the life of an artist, ... for my life.

Morandi

However this was not the case. In 1943, his most productive year, he made 70 works. Between 1910 and 1940 he made 253 paintings. Between the years 1940 and 1964, when Morandi died, he made 1123 works.

But he may well have destroyed quite a number of works along the way.

Looking at the three-legged easel, I saw on its ledge a

thick grey lump like a piece of some geological

stratification, made up of leftover scrapings from

canvases. ‘Those are my paintings that went wrong’

he told us.

Pompilio Mandelli

Still life/Object/Real life display

Like landscape, still life only emerged as a distinct category of painting in the seventeenth century. It developed as a celebration of the material pleasures

of life - food, drink, possessions. In a religious age it also took on symbolic meaning: dead fish and game, flowers that will fade, fruit that will rot, objects that will outlive us, as well as actual skulls, all becoming reminders of mortality.

At the start of the twentieth century the use of simple still-life arrangements of the most ordinary objects enabled Cézanne, and then Picasso and Braque, to develop new ways of representing reality in painting. From 1912 Picasso and Braque incorporated reality directly into their work, first in flat Cubist collages

using newspaper, wallpaper and the like, then in Picasso's three-dimensional Cubist constructions in some of which actual objects represented themselves. This marked a significant moment for one of modern art's central obsessions: bringing art ever closer to reality. Marcel Duchamp closed this gap with a series

of works (called readymades) which presented everyday objects, most notoriously a urinal, as art. Having established this principle, Duchamp went on to create complex still-life objects, neither painting nor sculpture, a mixture of readymade and artist-made elements. Outstanding among these is  The Bride Stripped Bare by her Batchelors, Even (The Large Glass)

In the 1930s Surrealism injected powerful psychological, particularly psychosexual content, into the modern still-life object (for example Salvador Dali's Lobster Telephone and Hans Bellmer's Doll ) and this spirit continues in the contemporary work of  Lucas Samaras, Robert Gober, Jeff Koons and Cathy

de Monchaux.

From the early 1960s Pop art and New Realism gave rise to a huge revival of still life, as artists turned their gaze on the bright new world of consumer goods and popular culture that was burgeoning. Jasper John's paintings of flags and numbers and Andy Warhol's soup cans marked both a revival and a revolution in painting the everyday world, while Claes Oldenburg's sculptural renderings of objects such as drainpipes embraced dramatically new categories of still-life

subject as well as giving a new emphasis to still life as a major subject for sculpture. In the final decades of the twentieth century Duchamp's proposal to bring reality directly into art has been widely explored. Examples of such practice are rich and varied: Carl Andre's notorious brick piece Equivalent VIII; Damien Hirst's works incorporating preserved dead animals to create contemporary vanitas images (reminders of mortality);Tony Cragg's assemblages of found materials which retain their dentity while taking on new metamorphic meanings; Richard Hamilton's working computer; and Susan

Hiller's remarkable From the Freud Museum, which represents the significant practice of artists collecting and categorising objects.

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Home Design Under 60 Square Meters: 3 Examples That Incorporate Luxury In Small Spaces

Sometimes luxury comes in small packages – while many may envision a “luxury home” as necessitating a sprawling floor plan, these stylish spaces take a more modest approach. Each of these three compact homes measure at less than 60 square meters but make a huge impression thanks to their streamlined decor, high quality furnishings, and thoughtful design. If you’re looking for ways to make your small or medium sized apartment feel more sophisticated, maybe one of these inspiring interior tours could spark some ideas. Which one of these fabulous homes is your favorite?

Visualizer: Maxim Tsiabus  

At just 50 square meters, this attractive apartment makes up for its limited floor plan with space-enhancing features like tall ceilings, massive windows, and a wide open layout.

Decor remains simple. While there are a few statement pieces like the lamps, most of the color and creative personality comes from the simplest everyday objects like the fruit bowl on the table.

Rather than taking up valuable visual real estate with a traditional television, the designer opted for a projector paired with a retractable white screen. It’s still a great place to entertain despite the home’s small size – guests can simply pull up chairs from the dining room.

While the kitchen uses white-on-white design to maintain a low profile, the dining area stands out with cozier appeal thanks to its warmer color palette. The sense of contrast helps separate each functional area.

A variety of lighting options sets the mood. A low dining room pendant provides soft illumination for meals, while a pair of creative rabbit lamps casts light into both the living and dining spaces.

Without much extraneous decoration, every accessory has the potential to make a big visual impact. The bowl, bottles, pans, and pitcher are all functional items yet their stylish designs add character to the space.

The simple and stylish bedroom hides between sliding glass doors, easily concealed with neutral grey curtains for privacy.

Instead of decorations, the bedside tables simply host indoor house plants to add a touch of color and a splash of outdoor charm in the absence of windows.

And because the bed stands are already occupied by useful items, these bedroom pendant lights are a great way to save space compared to ordinary table lamps.

Extra lighting built into the ceilings and walls provide a little extra mood lighting for relaxing evenings in bed.

While there isn’t much artwork hanging in this home, that only means that pieces like this make an even bigger impression! This handsome vanity sits between the entryway and the bathroom. The candle holders are a nice touch too.

Clad in marble, concrete, and plenty of pure white surfaces, it definitely has a high-end “clean” feeling vibe.

Visualizer: IQOSA Architect  

Next is a home that uses both material and layout to foster a sense of warmth and intimacy. The main living area and the combined kitchen/dining room is separated by a wall that contains a cozy faux fireplace, with the lower section remaining open to still allow a sense of connectedness between the two functional areas.

The comfortable reading chair is the Q1 from ODESD2.

The living room itself is absolutely ideal for entertaining guests – a spacious sofa, a large format television, and plenty of room to spread out makes it easy to get comfortable and enjoy a movie or good conversation.

Sometimes it’s difficult to find unique coffee tables that work well with low sofas like this one, but this pairing looks fabulous.

From this angle it’s really easy to see the effect that the semi-open portion of the dividing wall has on this space. The two areas feel separate but neither room feels any smaller as a result of the wall thanks to the visual continuity.

Another benefit is the extra storage. Shelves on the edge would make it easy to display books or treasured collectibles, while the cabinets on the living room side keep clutter at a minimum.

Although it’s extremely functional, the actual floor space of the kitchen is rather limited. In spaces like this without much decoration, unique kitchen pendant lights can make a huge difference – this design by Lindsey Adelman definitely makes a stunning statement.

And, because the home isn’t quite large enough to support a separate dining room, these kitchen bar stools offer a space-saving alternative, doubling up the kitchen island as a breakfast bar. You can find similar stools here.

The kitchen proper uses warm wood cabinetry and textural tiles to express the comfort of rustic design without sacrificing an ounce of contemporary style.

To make the narrow hallway feel larger, the designer chose to use highly glossy materials to maximize the amount of natural light and to increase perceived spaciousness.

With a low bed and simple wall cladding, this bedroom just begs for a minimalist decor treatment. The vases and plant trimmings are a nice touch that vibe with the natural feel of the space.

Check it out! The platform beneath the bed lights up to make it easier to navigate at night without the need to turn on any bright overhead lights.

Low beds like these pretty much remove the need for side tables, although the wrap-around storage space serves as a clean-looking stand-in here.

Of course, no tour is complete without a quick peek at the bathroom – just as luxurious as the rest of the home.

Visualizer: Norik Karavardanian  

This next space is a concept for a small apartment in Gdansk, Poland. Its natural interior takes advantage of multiple varieties of wood for a warm and welcoming aesthetic, but adds plenty of polished glass and matte black surfaces for contemporary style.

While the other homes in this roundup definitely made an effort to make each functional area feel like its own distinct space, this one features a more open-feeling layout where everything works together.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

A small table tucks away into the corner, to be used as either a vanity or a simple writing desk.

Overall, the bedroom design feels exceptionally comfortable, from the soft indirect lighting to the plush upholstered headboard wall.

What a cozy entryway! Upholstered from top to bottom, this little niche looks like a relaxing place to empty pockets and untie shoes after a long day at the workplace. And the mirror makes it easy to check hair and outfit before leaving in the morning.

While the bathroom looks very similar to the rest of the home, it does make more extensive use of plain white surfaces for a “clean feeling” appearance.

The open shelf is a great place to hold extra hand towels, simple decorations, or spare soap and lotion dispensers.

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Home Design Under 60 Square Meters: 3 Examples That Incorporate Luxury In Small Spaces

Sometimes luxury comes in small packages – while many may envision a “luxury home” as necessitating a sprawling floor plan, these stylish spaces take a more modest approach. Each of these three compact homes measure at less than 60 square meters but make a huge impression thanks to their streamlined decor, high quality furnishings, and thoughtful design. If you’re looking for ways to make your small or medium sized apartment feel more sophisticated, maybe one of these inspiring interior tours could spark some ideas. Which one of these fabulous homes is your favorite?

Visualizer: Maxim Tsiabus   At just 50 square meters, this attractive apartment makes up for its limited floor plan with space-enhancing features like tall ceilings, massive windows, and a wide open layout.

Decor remains simple. While there are a few statement pieces like the lamps, most of the color and creative personality comes from the simplest everyday objects like the fruit bowl on the table.

Rather than taking up valuable visual real estate with a traditional television, the designer opted for a projector paired with a retractable white screen. It’s still a great place to entertain despite the home’s small size – guests can simply pull up chairs from the dining room.

While the kitchen uses white-on-white design to maintain a low profile, the dining area stands out with cozier appeal thanks to its warmer color palette. The sense of contrast helps separate each functional area.

A variety of lighting options sets the mood. A low dining room pendant provides soft illumination for meals, while a pair of creative rabbit lamps casts light into both the living and dining spaces.

Without much extraneous decoration, every accessory has the potential to make a big visual impact. The bowl, bottles, pans, and pitcher are all functional items yet their stylish designs add character to the space.

The simple and stylish bedroom hides between sliding glass doors, easily concealed with neutral grey curtains for privacy.

Instead of decorations, the bedside tables simply host indoor house plants to add a touch of color and a splash of outdoor charm in the absence of windows.

And because the bed stands are already occupied by useful items, these bedroom pendant lights are a great way to save space compared to ordinary table lamps.

Extra lighting built into the ceilings and walls provide a little extra mood lighting for relaxing evenings in bed.

While there isn’t much artwork hanging in this home, that only means that pieces like this make an even bigger impression! This handsome vanity sits between the entryway and the bathroom. The candle holders are a nice touch too.

Clad in marble, concrete, and plenty of pure white surfaces, it definitely has a high-end “clean” feeling vibe.

Visualizer: IQOSA Architect   Next is a home that uses both material and layout to foster a sense of warmth and intimacy. The main living area and the combined kitchen/dining room is separated by a wall that contains a cozy faux fireplace, with the lower section remaining open to still allow a sense of connectedness between the two functional areas.

The comfortable reading chair is the Q1 from ODESD2.

The living room itself is absolutely ideal for entertaining guests – a spacious sofa, a large format television, and plenty of room to spread out makes it easy to get comfortable and enjoy a movie or good conversation.

Sometimes it’s difficult to find unique coffee tables that work well with low sofas like this one, but this pairing looks fabulous.

From this angle it’s really easy to see the effect that the semi-open portion of the dividing wall has on this space. The two areas feel separate but neither room feels any smaller as a result of the wall thanks to the visual continuity.

Another benefit is the extra storage. Shelves on the edge would make it easy to display books or treasured collectibles, while the cabinets on the living room side keep clutter at a minimum.

Although it’s extremely functional, the actual floor space of the kitchen is rather limited. In spaces like this without much decoration, unique kitchen pendant lights can make a huge difference – this design by Lindsey Adelman definitely makes a stunning statement.

And, because the home isn’t quite large enough to support a separate dining room, these kitchen bar stools offer a space-saving alternative, doubling up the kitchen island as a breakfast bar. You can find similar stools here.

The kitchen proper uses warm wood cabinetry and textural tiles to express the comfort of rustic design without sacrificing an ounce of contemporary style.

To make the narrow hallway feel larger, the designer chose to use highly glossy materials to maximize the amount of natural light and to increase perceived spaciousness.

With a low bed and simple wall cladding, this bedroom just begs for a minimalist decor treatment. The vases and plant trimmings are a nice touch that vibe with the natural feel of the space.

Check it out! The platform beneath the bed lights up to make it easier to navigate at night without the need to turn on any bright overhead lights.

Low beds like these pretty much remove the need for side tables, although the wrap-around storage space serves as a clean-looking stand-in here.

Of course, no tour is complete without a quick peek at the bathroom – just as luxurious as the rest of the home.

Visualizer: Norik Karavardanian   This next space is a concept for a small apartment in Gdansk, Poland. Its natural interior takes advantage of multiple varieties of wood for a warm and welcoming aesthetic, but adds plenty of polished glass and matte black surfaces for contemporary style.

While the other homes in this roundup definitely made an effort to make each functional area feel like its own distinct space, this one features a more open-feeling layout where everything works together.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

A small table tucks away into the corner, to be used as either a vanity or a simple writing desk.

Overall, the bedroom design feels exceptionally comfortable, from the soft indirect lighting to the plush upholstered headboard wall.

What a cozy entryway! Upholstered from top to bottom, this little niche looks like a relaxing place to empty pockets and untie shoes after a long day at the workplace. And the mirror makes it easy to check hair and outfit before leaving in the morning.

While the bathroom looks very similar to the rest of the home, it does make more extensive use of plain white surfaces for a “clean feeling” appearance.

The open shelf is a great place to hold extra hand towels, simple decorations, or spare soap and lotion dispensers.

Recommended Reading: 3 Studio Apartments Under 50 sqm For City-Dwelling Couples

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Home Design Under 60 Square Meters: 3 Examples That Incorporate Luxury In Small Spaces

Sometimes luxury comes in small packages – while many may envision a “luxury home” as necessitating a sprawling floor plan, these stylish spaces take a more modest approach. Each of these three compact homes measure at less than 60 square meters but make a huge impression thanks to their streamlined decor, high quality furnishings, and thoughtful design. If you’re looking for ways to make your small or medium sized apartment feel more sophisticated, maybe one of these inspiring interior tours could spark some ideas. Which one of these fabulous homes is your favorite?

Visualizer: Maxim Tsiabus   At just 50 square meters, this attractive apartment makes up for its limited floor plan with space-enhancing features like tall ceilings, massive windows, and a wide open layout.

Decor remains simple. While there are a few statement pieces like the lamps, most of the color and creative personality comes from the simplest everyday objects like the fruit bowl on the table.

Rather than taking up valuable visual real estate with a traditional television, the designer opted for a projector paired with a retractable white screen. It’s still a great place to entertain despite the home’s small size – guests can simply pull up chairs from the dining room.

While the kitchen uses white-on-white design to maintain a low profile, the dining area stands out with cozier appeal thanks to its warmer color palette. The sense of contrast helps separate each functional area.

A variety of lighting options sets the mood. A low dining room pendant provides soft illumination for meals, while a pair of creative rabbit lamps casts light into both the living and dining spaces.

Without much extraneous decoration, every accessory has the potential to make a big visual impact. The bowl, bottles, pans, and pitcher are all functional items yet their stylish designs add character to the space.

The simple and stylish bedroom hides between sliding glass doors, easily concealed with neutral grey curtains for privacy.

Instead of decorations, the bedside tables simply host indoor house plants to add a touch of color and a splash of outdoor charm in the absence of windows.

And because the bed stands are already occupied by useful items, these bedroom pendant lights are a great way to save space compared to ordinary table lamps.

Extra lighting built into the ceilings and walls provide a little extra mood lighting for relaxing evenings in bed.

While there isn’t much artwork hanging in this home, that only means that pieces like this make an even bigger impression! This handsome vanity sits between the entryway and the bathroom. The candle holders are a nice touch too.

Clad in marble, concrete, and plenty of pure white surfaces, it definitely has a high-end “clean” feeling vibe.

Visualizer: IQOSA Architect   Next is a home that uses both material and layout to foster a sense of warmth and intimacy. The main living area and the combined kitchen/dining room is separated by a wall that contains a cozy faux fireplace, with the lower section remaining open to still allow a sense of connectedness between the two functional areas.

The comfortable reading chair is the Q1 from ODESD2.

The living room itself is absolutely ideal for entertaining guests – a spacious sofa, a large format television, and plenty of room to spread out makes it easy to get comfortable and enjoy a movie or good conversation.

Sometimes it’s difficult to find unique coffee tables that work well with low sofas like this one, but this pairing looks fabulous.

From this angle it’s really easy to see the effect that the semi-open portion of the dividing wall has on this space. The two areas feel separate but neither room feels any smaller as a result of the wall thanks to the visual continuity.

Another benefit is the extra storage. Shelves on the edge would make it easy to display books or treasured collectibles, while the cabinets on the living room side keep clutter at a minimum.

Although it’s extremely functional, the actual floor space of the kitchen is rather limited. In spaces like this without much decoration, unique kitchen pendant lights can make a huge difference – this design by Lindsey Adelman definitely makes a stunning statement.

And, because the home isn’t quite large enough to support a separate dining room, these kitchen bar stools offer a space-saving alternative, doubling up the kitchen island as a breakfast bar. You can find similar stools here.

The kitchen proper uses warm wood cabinetry and textural tiles to express the comfort of rustic design without sacrificing an ounce of contemporary style.

To make the narrow hallway feel larger, the designer chose to use highly glossy materials to maximize the amount of natural light and to increase perceived spaciousness.

With a low bed and simple wall cladding, this bedroom just begs for a minimalist decor treatment. The vases and plant trimmings are a nice touch that vibe with the natural feel of the space.

Check it out! The platform beneath the bed lights up to make it easier to navigate at night without the need to turn on any bright overhead lights.

Low beds like these pretty much remove the need for side tables, although the wrap-around storage space serves as a clean-looking stand-in here.

Of course, no tour is complete without a quick peek at the bathroom – just as luxurious as the rest of the home.

Visualizer: Norik Karavardanian   This next space is a concept for a small apartment in Gdansk, Poland. Its natural interior takes advantage of multiple varieties of wood for a warm and welcoming aesthetic, but adds plenty of polished glass and matte black surfaces for contemporary style.

While the other homes in this roundup definitely made an effort to make each functional area feel like its own distinct space, this one features a more open-feeling layout where everything works together.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

A small table tucks away into the corner, to be used as either a vanity or a simple writing desk.

Overall, the bedroom design feels exceptionally comfortable, from the soft indirect lighting to the plush upholstered headboard wall.

What a cozy entryway! Upholstered from top to bottom, this little niche looks like a relaxing place to empty pockets and untie shoes after a long day at the workplace. And the mirror makes it easy to check hair and outfit before leaving in the morning.

While the bathroom looks very similar to the rest of the home, it does make more extensive use of plain white surfaces for a “clean feeling” appearance.

The open shelf is a great place to hold extra hand towels, simple decorations, or spare soap and lotion dispensers.

Recommended Reading: 3 Studio Apartments Under 50 sqm For City-Dwelling Couples

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Home Design Under 60 Square Meters: 3 Examples That Incorporate Luxury In Small Spaces

Sometimes luxury comes in small packages – while many may envision a “luxury home” as necessitating a sprawling floor plan, these stylish spaces take a more modest approach. Each of these three compact homes measure at less than 60 square meters but make a huge impression thanks to their streamlined decor, high quality furnishings, and thoughtful design. If you’re looking for ways to make your small or medium sized apartment feel more sophisticated, maybe one of these inspiring interior tours could spark some ideas. Which one of these fabulous homes is your favorite?

Visualizer: Maxim Tsiabus  

At just 50 square meters, this attractive apartment makes up for its limited floor plan with space-enhancing features like tall ceilings, massive windows, and a wide open layout.

Decor remains simple. While there are a few statement pieces like the lamps, most of the color and creative personality comes from the simplest everyday objects like the fruit bowl on the table.

Rather than taking up valuable visual real estate with a traditional television, the designer opted for a projector paired with a retractable white screen. It’s still a great place to entertain despite the home’s small size – guests can simply pull up chairs from the dining room.

While the kitchen uses white-on-white design to maintain a low profile, the dining area stands out with cozier appeal thanks to its warmer color palette. The sense of contrast helps separate each functional area.

A variety of lighting options sets the mood. A low dining room pendant provides soft illumination for meals, while a pair of creative rabbit lamps casts light into both the living and dining spaces.

Without much extraneous decoration, every accessory has the potential to make a big visual impact. The bowl, bottles, pans, and pitcher are all functional items yet their stylish designs add character to the space.

The simple and stylish bedroom hides between sliding glass doors, easily concealed with neutral grey curtains for privacy.

Instead of decorations, the bedside tables simply host indoor house plants to add a touch of color and a splash of outdoor charm in the absence of windows.

And because the bed stands are already occupied by useful items, these bedroom pendant lights are a great way to save space compared to ordinary table lamps.

Extra lighting built into the ceilings and walls provide a little extra mood lighting for relaxing evenings in bed.

While there isn’t much artwork hanging in this home, that only means that pieces like this make an even bigger impression! This handsome vanity sits between the entryway and the bathroom. The candle holders are a nice touch too.

Clad in marble, concrete, and plenty of pure white surfaces, it definitely has a high-end “clean” feeling vibe.

Visualizer: IQOSA Architect  

Next is a home that uses both material and layout to foster a sense of warmth and intimacy. The main living area and the combined kitchen/dining room is separated by a wall that contains a cozy faux fireplace, with the lower section remaining open to still allow a sense of connectedness between the two functional areas.

The comfortable reading chair is the Q1 from ODESD2.

The living room itself is absolutely ideal for entertaining guests – a spacious sofa, a large format television, and plenty of room to spread out makes it easy to get comfortable and enjoy a movie or good conversation.

Sometimes it’s difficult to find unique coffee tables that work well with low sofas like this one, but this pairing looks fabulous.

From this angle it’s really easy to see the effect that the semi-open portion of the dividing wall has on this space. The two areas feel separate but neither room feels any smaller as a result of the wall thanks to the visual continuity.

Another benefit is the extra storage. Shelves on the edge would make it easy to display books or treasured collectibles, while the cabinets on the living room side keep clutter at a minimum.

Although it’s extremely functional, the actual floor space of the kitchen is rather limited. In spaces like this without much decoration, unique kitchen pendant lights can make a huge difference – this design by Lindsey Adelman definitely makes a stunning statement.

And, because the home isn’t quite large enough to support a separate dining room, these kitchen bar stools offer a space-saving alternative, doubling up the kitchen island as a breakfast bar. You can find similar stools here.

The kitchen proper uses warm wood cabinetry and textural tiles to express the comfort of rustic design without sacrificing an ounce of contemporary style.

To make the narrow hallway feel larger, the designer chose to use highly glossy materials to maximize the amount of natural light and to increase perceived spaciousness.

With a low bed and simple wall cladding, this bedroom just begs for a minimalist decor treatment. The vases and plant trimmings are a nice touch that vibe with the natural feel of the space.

Check it out! The platform beneath the bed lights up to make it easier to navigate at night without the need to turn on any bright overhead lights.

Low beds like these pretty much remove the need for side tables, although the wrap-around storage space serves as a clean-looking stand-in here.

Of course, no tour is complete without a quick peek at the bathroom – just as luxurious as the rest of the home.

Visualizer: Norik Karavardanian  

This next space is a concept for a small apartment in Gdansk, Poland. Its natural interior takes advantage of multiple varieties of wood for a warm and welcoming aesthetic, but adds plenty of polished glass and matte black surfaces for contemporary style.

While the other homes in this roundup definitely made an effort to make each functional area feel like its own distinct space, this one features a more open-feeling layout where everything works together.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

A small table tucks away into the corner, to be used as either a vanity or a simple writing desk.

Overall, the bedroom design feels exceptionally comfortable, from the soft indirect lighting to the plush upholstered headboard wall.

What a cozy entryway! Upholstered from top to bottom, this little niche looks like a relaxing place to empty pockets and untie shoes after a long day at the workplace. And the mirror makes it easy to check hair and outfit before leaving in the morning.

While the bathroom looks very similar to the rest of the home, it does make more extensive use of plain white surfaces for a “clean feeling” appearance.

The open shelf is a great place to hold extra hand towels, simple decorations, or spare soap and lotion dispensers.

Recommended Reading: 3 Studio Apartments Under 50 sqm For City-Dwelling Couples

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Home Design Under 60 Square Meters: 3 Examples That Incorporate Luxury In Small Spaces

Sometimes luxury comes in small packages – while many may envision a “luxury home” as necessitating a sprawling floor plan, these stylish spaces take a more modest approach. Each of these three compact homes measure at less than 60 square meters but make a huge impression thanks to their streamlined decor, high quality furnishings, and thoughtful design. If you’re looking for ways to make your small or medium sized apartment feel more sophisticated, maybe one of these inspiring interior tours could spark some ideas. Which one of these fabulous homes is your favorite?

Visualizer: Maxim Tsiabus  

At just 50 square meters, this attractive apartment makes up for its limited floor plan with space-enhancing features like tall ceilings, massive windows, and a wide open layout.

Decor remains simple. While there are a few statement pieces like the lamps, most of the color and creative personality comes from the simplest everyday objects like the fruit bowl on the table.

Rather than taking up valuable visual real estate with a traditional television, the designer opted for a projector paired with a retractable white screen. It’s still a great place to entertain despite the home’s small size – guests can simply pull up chairs from the dining room.

While the kitchen uses white-on-white design to maintain a low profile, the dining area stands out with cozier appeal thanks to its warmer color palette. The sense of contrast helps separate each functional area.

A variety of lighting options sets the mood. A low dining room pendant provides soft illumination for meals, while a pair of creative rabbit lamps casts light into both the living and dining spaces.

Without much extraneous decoration, every accessory has the potential to make a big visual impact. The bowl, bottles, pans, and pitcher are all functional items yet their stylish designs add character to the space.

The simple and stylish bedroom hides between sliding glass doors, easily concealed with neutral grey curtains for privacy.

Instead of decorations, the bedside tables simply host indoor house plants to add a touch of color and a splash of outdoor charm in the absence of windows.

And because the bed stands are already occupied by useful items, these bedroom pendant lights are a great way to save space compared to ordinary table lamps.

Extra lighting built into the ceilings and walls provide a little extra mood lighting for relaxing evenings in bed.

While there isn’t much artwork hanging in this home, that only means that pieces like this make an even bigger impression! This handsome vanity sits between the entryway and the bathroom. The candle holders are a nice touch too.

Clad in marble, concrete, and plenty of pure white surfaces, it definitely has a high-end “clean” feeling vibe.

Visualizer: IQOSA Architect  

Next is a home that uses both material and layout to foster a sense of warmth and intimacy. The main living area and the combined kitchen/dining room is separated by a wall that contains a cozy faux fireplace, with the lower section remaining open to still allow a sense of connectedness between the two functional areas.

The comfortable reading chair is the Q1 from ODESD2.

The living room itself is absolutely ideal for entertaining guests – a spacious sofa, a large format television, and plenty of room to spread out makes it easy to get comfortable and enjoy a movie or good conversation.

Sometimes it’s difficult to find unique coffee tables that work well with low sofas like this one, but this pairing looks fabulous.

From this angle it’s really easy to see the effect that the semi-open portion of the dividing wall has on this space. The two areas feel separate but neither room feels any smaller as a result of the wall thanks to the visual continuity.

Another benefit is the extra storage. Shelves on the edge would make it easy to display books or treasured collectibles, while the cabinets on the living room side keep clutter at a minimum.

Although it’s extremely functional, the actual floor space of the kitchen is rather limited. In spaces like this without much decoration, unique kitchen pendant lights can make a huge difference – this design by Lindsey Adelman definitely makes a stunning statement.

And, because the home isn’t quite large enough to support a separate dining room, these kitchen bar stools offer a space-saving alternative, doubling up the kitchen island as a breakfast bar. You can find similar stools here.

The kitchen proper uses warm wood cabinetry and textural tiles to express the comfort of rustic design without sacrificing an ounce of contemporary style.

To make the narrow hallway feel larger, the designer chose to use highly glossy materials to maximize the amount of natural light and to increase perceived spaciousness.

With a low bed and simple wall cladding, this bedroom just begs for a minimalist decor treatment. The vases and plant trimmings are a nice touch that vibe with the natural feel of the space.

Check it out! The platform beneath the bed lights up to make it easier to navigate at night without the need to turn on any bright overhead lights.

Low beds like these pretty much remove the need for side tables, although the wrap-around storage space serves as a clean-looking stand-in here.

Of course, no tour is complete without a quick peek at the bathroom – just as luxurious as the rest of the home.

Visualizer: Norik Karavardanian  

This next space is a concept for a small apartment in Gdansk, Poland. Its natural interior takes advantage of multiple varieties of wood for a warm and welcoming aesthetic, but adds plenty of polished glass and matte black surfaces for contemporary style.

While the other homes in this roundup definitely made an effort to make each functional area feel like its own distinct space, this one features a more open-feeling layout where everything works together.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

A small table tucks away into the corner, to be used as either a vanity or a simple writing desk.

Overall, the bedroom design feels exceptionally comfortable, from the soft indirect lighting to the plush upholstered headboard wall.

What a cozy entryway! Upholstered from top to bottom, this little niche looks like a relaxing place to empty pockets and untie shoes after a long day at the workplace. And the mirror makes it easy to check hair and outfit before leaving in the morning.

While the bathroom looks very similar to the rest of the home, it does make more extensive use of plain white surfaces for a “clean feeling” appearance.

The open shelf is a great place to hold extra hand towels, simple decorations, or spare soap and lotion dispensers.

Recommended Reading: 3 Studio Apartments Under 50 sqm For City-Dwelling Couples

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Home Design Under 60 Square Meters: 3 Examples That Incorporate Luxury In Small Spaces

Sometimes luxury comes in small packages – while many may envision a “luxury home” as necessitating a sprawling floor plan, these stylish spaces take a more modest approach. Each of these three compact homes measure at less than 60 square meters but make a huge impression thanks to their streamlined decor, high quality furnishings, and thoughtful design. If you’re looking for ways to make your small or medium sized apartment feel more sophisticated, maybe one of these inspiring interior tours could spark some ideas. Which one of these fabulous homes is your favorite?

Visualizer: Maxim Tsiabus  

At just 50 square meters, this attractive apartment makes up for its limited floor plan with space-enhancing features like tall ceilings, massive windows, and a wide open layout.

Decor remains simple. While there are a few statement pieces like the lamps, most of the color and creative personality comes from the simplest everyday objects like the fruit bowl on the table.

Rather than taking up valuable visual real estate with a traditional television, the designer opted for a projector paired with a retractable white screen. It’s still a great place to entertain despite the home’s small size – guests can simply pull up chairs from the dining room.

While the kitchen uses white-on-white design to maintain a low profile, the dining area stands out with cozier appeal thanks to its warmer color palette. The sense of contrast helps separate each functional area.

A variety of lighting options sets the mood. A low dining room pendant provides soft illumination for meals, while a pair of creative rabbit lamps casts light into both the living and dining spaces.

Without much extraneous decoration, every accessory has the potential to make a big visual impact. The bowl, bottles, pans, and pitcher are all functional items yet their stylish designs add character to the space.

The simple and stylish bedroom hides between sliding glass doors, easily concealed with neutral grey curtains for privacy.

Instead of decorations, the bedside tables simply host indoor house plants to add a touch of color and a splash of outdoor charm in the absence of windows.

And because the bed stands are already occupied by useful items, these bedroom pendant lights are a great way to save space compared to ordinary table lamps.

Extra lighting built into the ceilings and walls provide a little extra mood lighting for relaxing evenings in bed.

While there isn’t much artwork hanging in this home, that only means that pieces like this make an even bigger impression! This handsome vanity sits between the entryway and the bathroom. The candle holders are a nice touch too.

Clad in marble, concrete, and plenty of pure white surfaces, it definitely has a high-end “clean” feeling vibe.

Visualizer: IQOSA Architect  

Next is a home that uses both material and layout to foster a sense of warmth and intimacy. The main living area and the combined kitchen/dining room is separated by a wall that contains a cozy faux fireplace, with the lower section remaining open to still allow a sense of connectedness between the two functional areas.

The comfortable reading chair is the Q1 from ODESD2.

The living room itself is absolutely ideal for entertaining guests – a spacious sofa, a large format television, and plenty of room to spread out makes it easy to get comfortable and enjoy a movie or good conversation.

Sometimes it’s difficult to find unique coffee tables that work well with low sofas like this one, but this pairing looks fabulous.

From this angle it’s really easy to see the effect that the semi-open portion of the dividing wall has on this space. The two areas feel separate but neither room feels any smaller as a result of the wall thanks to the visual continuity.

Another benefit is the extra storage. Shelves on the edge would make it easy to display books or treasured collectibles, while the cabinets on the living room side keep clutter at a minimum.

Although it’s extremely functional, the actual floor space of the kitchen is rather limited. In spaces like this without much decoration, unique kitchen pendant lights can make a huge difference – this design by Lindsey Adelman definitely makes a stunning statement.

And, because the home isn’t quite large enough to support a separate dining room, these kitchen bar stools offer a space-saving alternative, doubling up the kitchen island as a breakfast bar. You can find similar stools here.

The kitchen proper uses warm wood cabinetry and textural tiles to express the comfort of rustic design without sacrificing an ounce of contemporary style.

To make the narrow hallway feel larger, the designer chose to use highly glossy materials to maximize the amount of natural light and to increase perceived spaciousness.

With a low bed and simple wall cladding, this bedroom just begs for a minimalist decor treatment. The vases and plant trimmings are a nice touch that vibe with the natural feel of the space.

Check it out! The platform beneath the bed lights up to make it easier to navigate at night without the need to turn on any bright overhead lights.

Low beds like these pretty much remove the need for side tables, although the wrap-around storage space serves as a clean-looking stand-in here.

Of course, no tour is complete without a quick peek at the bathroom – just as luxurious as the rest of the home.

Visualizer: Norik Karavardanian  

This next space is a concept for a small apartment in Gdansk, Poland. Its natural interior takes advantage of multiple varieties of wood for a warm and welcoming aesthetic, but adds plenty of polished glass and matte black surfaces for contemporary style.

While the other homes in this roundup definitely made an effort to make each functional area feel like its own distinct space, this one features a more open-feeling layout where everything works together.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

The modern dining chairs make a sculptural and artistic statement in the absence of other decorations. They also serve as extra “living room” seating when the residents are entertaining guests.

A small table tucks away into the corner, to be used as either a vanity or a simple writing desk.

Overall, the bedroom design feels exceptionally comfortable, from the soft indirect lighting to the plush upholstered headboard wall.

What a cozy entryway! Upholstered from top to bottom, this little niche looks like a relaxing place to empty pockets and untie shoes after a long day at the workplace. And the mirror makes it easy to check hair and outfit before leaving in the morning.

While the bathroom looks very similar to the rest of the home, it does make more extensive use of plain white surfaces for a “clean feeling” appearance.

The open shelf is a great place to hold extra hand towels, simple decorations, or spare soap and lotion dispensers.

Recommended Reading: 3 Studio Apartments Under 50 sqm For City-Dwelling Couples

Related Posts:

Small, Smart Studios with Slick, Simple Designs

3 Beautiful Homes Under 500 Square Feet (Floor Plans Included)

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2 Luxury Apartment Designs For Young Couples

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